He saunters through my garden
With understated grace
By his snooty codescension
You’d think he owned the place

A leisurely contemplation
Before this fine confection
Of scraps intended for the birds
But now for his selection

The security light is triggered
But he doesn’t move much quicker
In fact I’m almost certain
I head a scornful snicker

Although he didn’t leave a tip
He did enjoy his snack
If the proof is in the pudding
I’m certain he’ll come back !