Asphalt seagulls cry like laughter
Scattering as cars close in
Only to return to their congregation
Still laughing, but cautiously
They pick amongst the refuse
Seeking morsels of sustenance.
A lone jet crow joins them
They cry out at it, loudly
Outraged at its difference
It caws back
And an intimidation dance is initiated
But he doesn't back down
And soon they leave him alone
...the poet sees a poem in everything around him. Good job of capturing it, painting the picture with words and sharing it.