Tuesday, April 23, 2013

An Afternoon Trip

He fluttered into the automatic doors along with the rest of the customers.
I saw him while I was on my way to the DVDs, to look for "Rocky."
He wandered through the dollar section, searching, perhaps, for a tin of generic popcorn
Or a box of leftover Easter candy.

Had he come for that?
For food?
Or did he mean to meander to the outdoor furniture and sip soda through a straw
As he leaned back on his wings and crossed one stick-leg over the other?
Or maybe he meant to flip through the stuffed animals to steal a shirt or a hat or a scarf.

A fellow shopper and I laughed together as we watched our dark brown friend get lost in the maze of shelves.
"How strange!" I said to the man.
He smiled and continued to peruse the aisles.
But our feathered friend—
He made his way to the shopping carts
And danced among the wheels.

I followed him while I looked for someone in khakis and a red polo.
"Someone needs to know he's here," I thought.
And then I decided to shoo him myself.

I walked closely behind, herding him to the exit.
The double doors opened as we neared.
He took a few quick steps and spread his wings wide
To soar into the bright light of day.


Blogger Lauren said...

Hooray, you saved him! (And lots of merchandise from being pooped on.)

Love the narrative poem, friend!

12:36 PM  
Blogger Sara said...

Oh, thanks! Thanks a lot! April is National Poetry Month, so I figured I needed to do somethin' for it. :)

1:43 PM  

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