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…