Like There Was No Tomorrow

by Jerry Ratch

And there on the street 

Were a bunch of frantic pigeons   

Picking over some discarded 

Chicken bones 


I mean they were really 

Going to town on them 

You know, frantic 

Like there was no tomorrow 


And then I saw it

A real sign of progress

The Bernie Sanders look-alike at an intersection

Bent over writing in a notebook


With, you got it, a pencil or a pen

While a group of children

Stood looking on

In total amazement


I mean, think of it,

A pencil, or a pen

Sheesh! Maybe

Those pigeons got it right