The Dumpster Behind the Bakery
One part buffet, one part aviary:
behold the dumpster behind the bakery.
The birds come in droves
for the discarded loaves;
a Hitchcockian wet dream.
Cautious pecking becomes culinary pleasure;
one man's trash
is another pigeon's treasure.
The percussion of eager, flapping wings
becomes the ranch house supper triangle-ring.
When it's over
stuffed birds waddle toward shade,
too full too fly, unwilling even if they can --
the closest any animal will ever come
to feeling like a man.