lunch with birds

the bird,
a swallow,
a sparrow, who
knows, not you,
rises in the air
with the garlic
basted
crouton you
lovingly
tossed towards
him onto
the brick patio
in order to scoot
him away from
your salad.
birds on
the table while
eating
is not a good thing.
but in mid flight
you see
him spit it
out and wing
back in a large
swooping
arc,
diving towards
your head.
he seems unhappy
with
your crouton.