They wander the windward campus
clucking amongst themselves.
Searching for the most juicy bug, fighting
for crumbs tossed by meandering poets and writers,
breaking for lunch and a stroll.
Intellectual folk who thirst for
candid photos of roosters
and hens, stray cats, grasshoppers or
even dead centipedes, adjusting optical zooms
and praying for that perfect shot.
The shot that will
inspire; stop them dead in their tracks,
produce sighs and email home clearly, to Mom and Dad.