every day the man who lives under the bridge 
leaves his sack of harold's chicken shack 
remains for the seagulls and crows. 
you think they thank 
the man under the bridge.

thank you man under the bridge and smile pleas for leaving whatever remains you have that allow us to live just one more day til spring arrives in the hope that our guts can pass this too perhaps on your blessed head as we fly around the bridge where you live for to everything there is a circle.