Darwin's Evolution

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The conversations I overhear are inconsequential.

Vapid people and their reality shows

comparing themselves to characters

created. Filling air-waves

They are white noise and I am

The Mad Hatter.

The distant ancestors of one of Darwin’s finches,

pecking Classic Crumble Coffee Cake crumbs off the cement

In the shadow of a green awning is small and singular.

It follows the crumb trail which brings this little brown bird into the light.

The shadow produced by this bird and the late afternoon sun

creates images reminiscent of Edgar A. Perry and his Raven.

The trail is no longer of crumbs, but spilled tobacco.

The bird, whom I shall now call Gavin, pecked at the tobacco

hungrily. Gavin looks up at me.

Big tobacco has won again.

Hopping, my baby brown Gavin, disappears under a car.

into the shadows he goes,

like the addict he will soon become.

I don’t know how animals react to addiction.

Or even if they get addicted.

But in my mind, he starts jonesing for his next trail of Classic Crumble nicotine crumbs

his head shifts. He begins to hop.

Then, he explodes into a fit of feathers.

Not blood and guts; just feathers.

Like Tweety and Sylvester,

if Sylvester ever caught Tweety.

Survival of the fittest at its finest.

Reviews

[Michael Handel]

Wow! -I say that a lot when I review something I like- this is just great though. I love your use of imagery and metaphor...thank you for writing this.
"The distant ancestors of one of Darwin's finches,
pecking Classic Crumble Coffee Cake crumbs off the cement".....
I don't feel like copy&pasting every part of this I like because I like all of it and it's alll up there in its entirety but I like your flow of words in this part