And afternoon glints faintly on the leaves,
As if that gold were all too rich to lend.
The seagulls cackle, joyous, from the eaves –
some avian joke I cannot comprehend.
One eyes me beadily – did I offend?
I nibble on a snack I saved from noon
and watch his greed evolve to merriment.
He squawks and screams, the mad bird like a loon,
expecting some reward for such a tune.
I turn away, but crumbs fall to the ground.
I watch, dismayed, to see him claim the boon.
Devouring quickly, flapping all around,
I watch him with amusement as he eats –
As if the thief deserved such stolen treats!
If you drop it, more power to him for being fast enough to grab it! :-) Fun poem!
ReplyDeleteC. Beth, you're quick to the chase! Still...it was MY brownie...he just flew up and ate it in my face! I'm still mad at him... :P
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