little men in all black suits <br />pace the parking-lots day and night <br />with scrawny legs and stick-like feet <br />piercing beady eyes and sharp black beaks <br /> <br />these men live so much freer than we <br />they scrounge for food and care not where - or what <br />building their homes out of dead leaves, scrap, and dirt <br />wandering like nomads, yet always found poking around in parking-lots <br />leaving black feathers on the wind, and cackling caws in our ears<br /><br />Nika McGuin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/foul-fowl/
