My Portion Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My portion

Looks around with one eye
Told me is “seventy one”.
Retired has been long
Comes here; his hideout
To see birds and the beasts
They wait for, being fed.

I smiled and said “Hi”.

Handed him hazel nut.
We chatted, daily talk.
“I was sick” hospital.
“Ex-colleague of my age
Is gone now, he has died.”

I stopped; made a joke.
Intention: “change the line.”
“Came the birds, Cardinal.”

I feel fine
My portion is now done.