Feast

The round table is adorned with jewels of red and green,

peppers and olives and pastries and meats.

Don McLean croons softly in the background,

as he talks about guacamole and she talks about her weekend off.

The rabbit stares longingly at the table,

stuck behind thin metal bars,

as the summer breeze rustles the leaves of the dead plant on the windowsill.

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