The Web Poetry Corner - Priscilla Lee - Scavengers
Weathered, the cook walks to the pond,
slouching from too many winters,
his uniform, stained with spaghetti sauce.
He tears bread for the glossy green ducks
who curl up by his feet. When the seagulls
snatch food from them, the chestnut girl
duck runs in circles, crying.
The cook throws pebbles. He wants
to wrap a rock in french bread
and toss it at the damn seagulls,
stop the scavengers
from circling over them.