Peculiar Brood

It's time
Said the mother gull
Pulling her chicks closer
Their tiny hearts beating
She loves them fiercely
Her clutch
Her brethren

It's time
Said the brother gulled
Brandishing book like sword
His hands upon her shoulders
Testament unspoken
The threat
The promise

It's time
It's time
As wing released
Peculiar brood
All beak and claw
Into this world

The threat
The promise

It's time
It's time