I suppose five birds flying off, each with a french fry dangling from their beak is entertaining. Perhaps they were parrots freed from a life indoors, window sills are dusty and unfeeling. To hell with the birdseed, greasy human food, now that is really living. Yet, all I see is a napkin on the crowded ground, perfectly flat and mostly white, while speckled with ketchup and a much darker substance. Those damn seagulls and life’s inverted lessons…littering is synonymous with another day that is happening everywhere all at once. And you wonder why it is such a stretch to spit shine the sun and speak out loud of what others are thinking inside. Did you know, the best loved cats do not always have tails?