Burgers Or Fries

The little sparrow
doesn't cadge a feed
earns it by wile
watches the mechanical doors
open and shut
follows people
in or out
dines on a smorgasbord
of burgers and fries
for the little sparrow
no hunger pain
tomorrow he'll do it
again
my last feed
came out of a bottle
as soon as I walk in
the staff
shoo me out.

poem by Vince Gullaci
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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