Like a family at a picnic
They were trying to be together,
But they didn’t get along.
Well, not completely.
Tolerating each other’s presence, they walked about and
Checked out the scenery; stood at the edge of the river
With hands on hips, making polite noises
Watching lily pads float.
Then someone found a good thing
In the garbage. That’s when the trouble started.
They argued and pulled at it until the biggest one
Flew away with it in his beak,
But it was too heavy, and he dropped it…big mistake.
The rest of them swatted it with wings and stabbed at it with
Talons, until a breeze came by and blew it into the river.
They stared after it
Making side-ways glances at each other
Until it was forgotten
Because some new smells drifted across the campground.
They flew in circles
Landing in the branches of pines.
Except one, who still paced the shoreline
In the shadow of the picnic table
Knowing he could get it back if he tried.
© Diane E. Dockum, Just Beyond The Hill, 2008
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Filed under Humor, Nature