DODO TRINKET DISH

Weary of captivity on a dusty Library shelf,
the Dodo crept through a door left
carelessly ajar.  Eluding the gaze of the
hawk-nosed Librarian, she clambered onto
an end table in the Salon, praying her disguise
would yield a pile of jewelry and small change.
It had been years since she’d made a beer run.