“Loser”
There is a man that lives on my street.
He walks his parrot on a leash.
They frolic about the neighborhood without acare in the world. Stopping to talk about hydrangeas and different types of wood.
He walks him with pride!
As if he was a great Dane, marveling in his stride.
I can’t help myself when I see them I gaulk and I glare.
When it comes to these two, no fucks were given,
not even a care…..
I think to myself these two cuckoos have definitely
flown over the nest. Then one day I was on my front
porch not at my best.
broken and afraid. I heard footsteps approaching
quickly like if it was a raid ! Who’s in front of me?
The man with the parrot on his leash!
He stopped in his footsteps gazing in my direction.
His face was quite quizzical and easy to read. He
Looked at me
strange one indeed.
His best friend perched on his forearm. He cocked his
head. I imagined him squawking “ARRGHH LOSER!”
But no words were said.
A moment in time that felt like an hour. Quickly they
took off on their way. My mood turned from comical
NOT sour.
Tickled and baffled it cut a like knife. I felt like Charlie
Sheen, like I was winning at life! Did I really just get stared
down as if I was a complete weirdo??? SHESSH!?!?
Did this just
on a leash???