and full of disbelief,
at the witty prattle
thrown back and forth
between man and fowl.
that intrigued my curiosity
enough to provoke wonder...
was i napping or awkwardly aware?
yet was this enough to cause a stare?
so i stood
and digested this scene.
one so bizarre as i'd never seen.
...was it drawn near by a fist full
of jelly beans?
alas,a tear has formed on beak of bird~
trailed by a sorrowful cry of pain unheard.
"tis this not the bust of Pallus?"
faint laughter of pristine amusement,
as weathered stone replies,
a parting gift,
spinach and mayonnaise.
deposited on shoulders
of statuesque malaise.
ONE SHOOT SUNDAY POETRY PROMPT COURTESY JAMES RAINSFORD
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