Plastic Food

Peter Boyko

I settle on a branch,

My feet wrap around like chains

As I ponder

And watch the waves crash

Thunder

Roar

Against this sunny, beachside shore

 

No noise around

Nothing constructing sound

Except the relentless waves that roar

Against this sunny, beachside shore

 

It’s my kind of peace

Where all the turmoils cease

Where I can rest

My pressed and stressed 

Wings

On this sunny, beachside shore

 

But hunger swarms me

Like a hive of bumble bees

No food in days

And I pray

For

Food

On this sunny, beachside shore

 

So, I stretch my wings

To prepare my daily hunt for prey

When I see a strange spectacle wash up

On this sunny, beachside bay

 

I swoop down to the shore

With my gentle, yet skeptical, wings

I land

I stand

With great posture, next to this bait

That I must investigate

 

I start circling this ominous thing

As if we’re about to fight

I’ve never eyed this strange beast

But here we are, eye-to-eye

 

It’s stuck on a stick

And waves like a flag in the wind

Empty to the core

On this sunny, beachside shore

 

I approach it closer

Still curious

 

Now I stab

Grab

And nab

This bag

With my beak

 

And I rip off a piece

Of this plastic bag with my beak

And it comes of delicately

 

I’m hungry,

Starving

Why not try this plastic food?

I’m in a hungry mood

 

So, I eat this bag

Away it goes

I took a second piece, a third

And then I froze

 

That third piece:

Too big for my throat

So I choked

 

I start to feel dizzy

And weak

With this bag trapped in my beak

 

No one to help

So I fall

Fall

Fall

On the floor

Of this deadly, beachside shore.