She sat alone in the quiet park,
On her favorite bench overlooking the town.
She unpacked her lunch,
Set aside her drink,
And pulled out a loaf of bread for the birds.
She sat and waited for her friends to arrive.
Whistling their pitchy chirps at her.
But the birds never came.
So she threw out a piece of crumbly bread,
Hoping they'd recognize the crunch of the crust.
But the birds never came.
And instead, a hoard of ants came in droves,
Devouring the bread.
And one lizard also helped them ravage it.
She longed for the birds,
But they never came.