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
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
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