Kevin Rottweiler

Bird Crossing Tuesday - Poem by Kevin Rottweiler

it is Tuesday
and the birds cross
the crowded street
picking at dead animals
are these Ravens?
are these Crows?
large birds of prey
and the birds
cross the street
sometimes the children
are afraid
and big beaks
and eagle eyes
stare at salty meat
finding a meal
in the bloody street
the winged animals
are wonderful
when they stay away
it is Tuesday
and they seek
more salty meat
these are not bread birds
someone teach us please
where do they come from?
birds with pointed
dangerous beaks
seeking only meat
and I saw one
gripping a can
of sardines
from a dumpster
with serious and selfish
grunting and pulling
the smelly fish
from an old can
like Hercules
the big bird
strutted his stuff
and became a tough-guy
what happened to the old days?
when birds kept to themselves?

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  • Gold Star - 12,597 Points Douglas Scotney (12/15/2013 5:07:00 PM)

    I'm in awe of your sentences and the way you ignore full-stops (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 15, 2013

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