Guttersnipes beseech Demeter

Upon returning from my jaunt to the grocery store I stumbled upon a seemingly pallid activity. Crisscrossing through parking lots and back alleys to walk the shortest distance home I frequently witness rather innocuous events; the dumpster diving street urchin or rebellious minor getting a quick fix. This time appeared to be no different...but the apparently pallid rapidly blossomed into a surreal experience. Rounding the corner of a large blue dumpster I discover two vagrants huddled around an object. Jumping to unjustified conclusions I fully expect them to be up to no good. But as I continue walking, my vantage point dynamically shifting in relation to the squatting men, I realize they are hunched around a rather plain ficus. An errantly discarded plant has now become the focal point of these men's afternoon. As if practicing some ancient pagan ritual, the two begin to shift, chant, and rotate about this botanical behemoth. My feet continue to move me further from this sacrament while my eyes remain transfixed, mouth aghast. Ode to the guttersnipe!