Gift

The gift was tied with
A bright red ribbon
It was a standard box
Wrapped in white paper
He was whistling
Some song
As the box was cradled
In his arms
Tick Tick Tick
He walked along the street
Locked in his own world
He walked along the street
Him and his gift
Tick Tick Tick
The box sat on top
Of the counter
No one knew who placed
It there
One of the cleaning ladies
When asked
Said that it was left by
The whistling man
The security guard
Lifted the white box with
The bright red ribbon
He placed his ear
Close to the box
Tick Tick Tick
The whistling man smiled
As he watched the smoke rising
To the sky