The bird didn't feel any need to fly, For it could hop faster than I Could run, and so it fled me on it's feet. But I had to eat. And so I found another gear, A hunger that was fed by fear, Got close enough to salt it's tail And found the the old wives' tale was true. I caught that bird that didn't think That I was worth escaping from, But lucky for him, I was willing to share the crumb That he'd found earlier that day. And so we dined there Together, toasting day and night. His beady eye regarded me And mine him as we Locked elbows and drank To health and wealth and many future crumbs. -jenn