You think you had a bad day? the seagull said. Try walking a mile on these feet with an injured wing.
While you get to have a sandwich and busy yourself with your life of a million unimportant things, I have to stand in the wind and watch the coastline, listening to the endless silence of my own hunger. All I know is survival, how to stand guard against death, and capture what small pleasures I can, when I can.
The poets can make their lofty comparisons all day long, but we are not the same.