My tummy growls an empty swirl
Hunger stews inside my tummy
Weak from a lack of nutrients
My heavy head seeks rest
With frailty ......I search incessantly
Whence comes my next meal?
The question lingers with vigor
I ache for something to devour
Indulging the smell of restaurants
Walking slowly past…..wondering ….
Could I eat an empty table’s leftovers?
Not having enough wits to debate it
Taking initiative, I step over the railing
Grabbing a bread stick left on a plate
I fill my innards …..nothing satiates me
Looking up from the outside patio,
Bread in my hand and my cheeks full,
My eyes fixated on the waiter watching
I continue to chew and swallow what's left
Tucking the rest into my pocket
I step nonchalantly over the patio rail
Back onto the sidewalk with pride
Smiling content with my vitality intact.....
.......... I walk on