Potluck

I hope this makes you laugh... that you can see them, as I saw...

 

           Potluck

                                                                            

 

The “old birds”

feeding at their

club meetinghouse

squawk and reach

in front of each other

hurrying while the

road is clear.

They waddle and peck and lean

into piles of road kill

still steaming.

 

 

Credits: First published in Small Towns Are Not So Small (2008)