Whatever floats your boat...
Food for the Gods
By all accounts the birds appear to enjoy my company. They say please and thank you
and take turns at bravery by hopping up to me as close as they dare before their fragile
frames begin to quake with awesome fear of the closeness. The closeness of this mountain sized creature
dispensing free food in their general direction.
I muse that they harbor genuine affection for me but it is more likely that they see me as
a giant food dispenser.
I am made of succulent nuts and tender seeds.
Some day they will all attack at once and tear me open hoping to uncover the
magic chest of never ending delicious sustenance that’s obviously hidden within.
Knowing this I love them still for they know not what they do.
They’re just hungry.