The Wal-Mart Birds
Today, I went to Wal-Mart and watched
the Wal-Mart Birds in
the parking lot.
They are black, but not crows. Probably
grackles. I hardly
know what a grackle is.
Google the wonder dog knows.
The birds are there day and night. I think some
of them recognize me
as they greet meet
me there every time.
They walk most of the time, hop some and fly
little. I wonder if
people bring bits of food.
Perhaps some fast food is discarded.
They appear sad, none are fat. Sad and
fat people walk by.
No one sees the
Wal-mart birds.
The grass grows, but not at Wal-mart.
Wal-mart is like asphalt, it covers the
earth and seeps money from all but the
Wal-mart birds. They are looking for a
hand-out; I want a bargain.
The sun never sets at our Wal-mart.
They sold 27 lap-tops last Saturday.
One wonders where all this stuff goes.
The Wal-mart birds watch it stuffed into
cars, vans and trucks.
Little old ladies totter to and fro - the
Wal-mart birds watch and wait for the
next crumb to fall.
Fly away little bird - is there a better place
to pan-handle than Wal-mart?
I suppose when there is nothing to do today,
I will go watch the Wal-Mart birds.
By Lanty Wylie
Copyright 2009 - 2012