An old crow
strolled toward me
like a lame dog
and asked me
how old I was when I
first had a steak.
Nine, I said.
Just as he came,
the crow strolled away
toward an old man wearing a tan golfer's hat and a yellow Member's Only jacket,
and said,
that's what's wrong with society,
before pecking at a slice of bread.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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