At the Feast
A Saturday trifle: Carnivores, herbivores, and omnivores dig.
I am lying on the couch reading an old magazine with the cat nailed across my legs. His tail taps Morse code against my hip: it’s dinner time. How hard is it to open a can?
It should be mine, as well. Or at least have the gumption to defrost and, after finding out what it is, figure out how to cook it.
Then I turn the page and come upon a crowded banquet.
The lizard moves in on the luscious butterfly and his companion balances on the nest already flicking her tongue in anticipation of scrambled eggs. A snail reaches for a pomegranate and a caterpillar tucks into a leaf. A fly starts in on a peach. A cricket chooses grapes. A beetle pauses atop a melon on its way to the plums. Ants jockey for a place in the smorgasbord line. A sated, drunken dragonfly, barely lifts off.
The cat bites.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I say, swat him off, and roll up to stand.
He leaps at a gallop toward the kitchen.
Happy Saturday, dear readers! It’s a good day to gather foodstuff for the local pantry and rake leaves and bundling up with friends. Enjoy the weekend and I’ll see you back here next week.
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