Contradictory Treat
Concerning the rascals who presently and in times past.
were drawn to and with no invitation shared,
ingredients that had been stashed away for use
on a future day as opportunity declared.
About the ones--sometimes one was me,
who consumed it all with no announcement spoken,
or left a dab in self-deception, minimizing sum,
of what had been removed, or just left as a token.
Contradictory to the supply's attractiveness,
when it is magnanimously displayed as snack to share,
it lies in its little dish, ignored, entirely passed up,
although, notwithstanding attention's lack, it's there.
Go figure.
©06/29/2017 Carol Welch
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