the retired and semi-retired
walk along the edge
of a field of black-berries.
Cameras
with large
expensive
lenses
dangle from
their necks.
They bend down
to photograph
families of rabbits
feeding an arm’s length
from the brambles.
I run by
in fancy shoes
bought with money
withdrawn from an account
set-up for me
by my grandfather.
If I wasn’t
already prejudiced
against those with the
wealth and leisure
to photograph bunnies,
I’d probably find
the whole scene
beautiful.
But instead
I rolled my eyes
and turned up
the volume on
my iPod.
1 comment:
irony! love it.
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