I heard several birds behind my seat.
They argued angrily with their calls.
Once I walked away, the birds flew in.
As I moved, they hurried to eat quickly.
Their hunger was evident to me.
I reflected on my own needs.
I thirst for love.
I hunger for a friendship to treasure.
Am I waiting for someone to leave as well?
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
Photo credit: Rosa Gambóias
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