Friday, January 14, 2011

Poem of the Week

Sandhill Crane Restaurant

Three sandhill cranes walked along the lake
discussing how many bugs each one could find for lunch
until one of them spoke up
and said there was a great Italian restaurant downtown
where they can get something decent
to fill their bellies
in the cold winter weather.

The other two birds nodded their heads
and flew off
chatting loudly enough
to wake the neighbors
arrived on the green
in the center of town,
looking eager for some hot food
which was better than bugs and tastier.

Walking inside the restaurant
the host showed them their seats
where they ordered spaghetti with
pesto sauce not too spicy but just right.

Both the food and service was excellent enough
for the birds to return again
their graceful presence
delighting the customers
and having no qualms about encouraging their
friends to stop by and have lunch with them.

Once the birds finished eating they paid the bill
in golden eggs and left,
knowing the restaurant owner would mistake
the eggs for magical ones
instead of chocolate covered Easter eggs.

Copyright 2011 Julie Kovacs. All rights reserved.

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