Vanity In Season

She sits behind her pretty white fence, with the custom bird house perched high, so every neighbor can hate it. She remembers the auction where she outbid the last bidder by fifty dollars just to bathe in the look of defeat of someone who coveted the same prize. " How dare she bid against me", she thought, "Sure showed her". Now hoisting her reward in the yard, not so much for the birds, but as a symbol of victory. " I am Invincible", she muses as she stands, presenting her conquest like Vanna White, displaying the last letter. Such a store bought smile breaks, from ear to ear over a vanity not even cherished. Just as quickly she disappears in her castle, to ponder what other trophies to attain. Another day behind her now, and the birds go hungry once again.