Red Meat by Estelle Bruno

I’m waiting at my local train station for the train to take me to the city.
Meeting friends for shopping and lunch.

The train finally comes chugging near my station, blowing that horn,
when it stops suddenly, just before reaching the platform.

It seems someone at that moment decided to jump from behind
some bushes that line next to the tracks.

Jumps, Wham – gone in a split second.

So I’m thinking how many burgers could that red meat make?

But, no buns!