a few honeybees in the corner booth
drink from the freesias butterflies stand
at the bar and sample the lilies from Peru
a crowd of bloated flies rise from
their table-sized serving of an old donut
today’s dumpster pickup at ten means
breakfast will soon be over
so everyone finishes quickly
except for one spider
who has set up a second eatery
hoping to lure in some shyer diners
his silver threads weave
a strategic welcome sign
it’s not another meals on wheels program
or a short soup line for stragglers no
you can’t call it charity
having guests already seated
without a word of what’s on the menu