Wednesday, August 24, 2011

resilience of the cluck -- Poetry 2011

Extra Special Deluxe energy sprinkle dust

being dispensed at full capacity…

romping, leaping, pirouetting, twisting

over, through and into a replenishing fountain.

Vapid daydreams won’t do anymore;

I dream of a better world, where chickens can

cross the road without having their motives questioned.

Placards filled with Free Range or Cage Free

balloon letters advocate for the humble fowl.

Leading the squawking parade, we march to the Capitol.

Summer weather in August, windows open wide

at dawn allowing squawks as a morning wake-up-call.

Who doesn’t like the cackles and bwwwak bwauk bwak

announcing the triumph of a freshly laid egg?

Confused until eyes creak open… for a moment,

I was a child again waking to our Rhode Island Reds…


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