A DAY IN THE LIFE OF AN OLD MAN

In our pantry I “discovered”

a mix for scones

dated January, 2006.

“Would this still be good?”

I wondered.

 

Well, I mixed it up

with some butter and milk

and baked it as instructed.

 

It looked suspicious

and tasted so.

 

Around here

we have ducks and cranes

and ibis and crows

and kites and others

that like most anything.

 

So I left some of those scones

on the railing of a nearby  bridge

often visited by those

continually hungry creatures.

 

At last look

I saw suspicion

mingle with hunger.

 

At last look

in our pantry

I found some cookie dough

not half so old.

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