- Shelun Tsai, Grade 10

Fifty birds- black and fat- hunt
The bread crumbs dead
Swooping through the air
To attack the dotted ground

Fifty birds- full and lazy- wait
For cars to pass
Demanding royal treatment
Along the gray stretch of path

Fifty birds- digested and hungry- fly
Across the players’ field
Deciding without shame
To splatter down white rain