Bread Crumbs for Starving Birds
By Michael Lee Johnson (Version 1)
Smiling across the ravine
snow cloaked footbridge.
Prickly ropes slick with ice
snow clad boards pepper sprinkled
with raccoon tracks, virgin markers,
a fresh first trail.
Across and safe,
I toss yellow bread crumbs
onto white snow, for starving birds.
-1996-
