Desert Buffet

There’s a camel smoking a Marlboro while looking for the weather section of the newspaper

There’s a spider swinging in a silk hammock with four pairs of shades and, eight jars of sun block

There’s a horse with No Name.  No Name is riding bare back and doesn’t know where he’s at

There’s an ant eater protesting that not enough aunts are allowed to traverse this way

There’s an empty hour glass halfway buried in the sand.  Looks like it’s operating on borrowed time

There’s the skull of a Texas long horn complaining that the climate is bad for his skin

There’s a Shao Lin priest trekking across a sand dune.  Can a monk walk from China to here without shoes?

There’s a side winder hissing at a sign that says, “No Thru way”.  It wasn’t there yesterday

There’s a perfect picture of water painted on the side of a large luscious cactus

There’s a television tuned to the weather channel but, it’s still searching for satellite signal, a signal that’s being blocked by Death’s Dark Valley and lots of luminous sunspots

There’s a mirage that shows the way to an oasis.  Like water it will be gone soon so hurry.  Don’t waste it!

There’s a desert fox who howls at the sun.  He sleeps all night so he never gets a chance to bark at the moon.  He’ll wake up some day, probably around noon

There’s a ninety day forecast that reads, “Hot, Hotter and, Death Becomes You”

There’s an empty bottle of antifreeze that lays entangled in some overheated tumble weeds.  You have to see it in order to believe it

There’s a camel smoking a Marlboro while looking  for the weather section of the newspaper

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer Copyright?  At a Buffet Near You, May 2010