Hot Dog

by Nolan Bennett

The glass was nasty--

So nasty.

I wiped it off so that I could see clearly.

Afterwards I stared out of the window

At the birds in the sky.

I love flying

Birds, cold drinks and snacks.

Oh yeah,

Plus the peanuts.

They’re fun to throw at people

And to feed my bird.

You see, when we stopped at the gas station

I crammed all sorts of treats in my mom's purse--

And a bird.

My own bird.

Of course I had no money to buy it,

Right?

Now I look down

At my empty bag of peanuts.

It reminds me of the plain hot dog wiener--

The one I had shoved in my pocket

For the flight of course.

Oh yeah,

I've got a hot dog now, sweet,

I thought to myself.

So I shared my hot dog

With my bird.