I’m Just Looking for a Worm, Brother

by Steve Mitchell

man, look at that

I see you there Bird!

look at that

skinny little bird

standing there

all imperious

on my mailbox

Get off my goddamn mailbox, Bird!

staring at me

little stick legs all straight

like a V

only upside down

skinny little chest

puffed out

beak up straight

a tail

like a fan

with a stripe

all fancy

what are you?

What, you think you’re the King of my Mailbox?

it’s my mailbox

and the government’s

That’s a federal offense; you know!  

standing on my mailbox

I have half a mind

the nerve . . .


© Steve Mitchell 2017