the vultures at the zoo (all three of the) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below on the ground are chunks of rotten meat. the vultures are over-full. our taxes have fed them well. we move on to the next cage. a man is in there sitting on the ground eating his own shit. i recognize him as our former mailman. his favorite expression had been: "have a beautiful day." that day i did. Submitted by CJ
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