chickens running wild
maybe they think it’s spring
don’t count unhatched eggs
after all, it’s March-
Early March, actually
this is Chicago
but today… it’s nice
the sun is out, and it’s “warm”
chickens like the sun
they’re mostly quiet
softly clucking in the yard
foraging for food
roosters cause ruckus
chasing the hens and crowing
thinks he runs the yard
chickens stalking me
maybe they think I’ll feed them
not the brightest birds
Keith M. Kelley | Poet 