that when someone gives you something
(like scraps of food)
they're going to want something in return.
that shiny things usually suffice.
So they lay the bright things by,
waiting for the generous stoop-sitters
to give them a reason
to come down from the wire
My first attempt at a dVerse prompt! This poem is a response to April 4th's "anthropomorphism" prompt. I hope I did this right!