Chicken Scratch- A Hero



A brood

of thin-lipped

skinny birds

rubber necked

at the corner

of the yard

as one fat

chicken named

Divine

danced

twirling her feathers

showing off

a meaty

thigh-bone

as the others squawked

about their chicks

and the new big rooster

strutting through town

they said his name

was, SO FINE.

He was

tall,

dark and

delicious

had this thing

had an eye

for the ladies

said

he fathered

many

a fine chick

said

they were

going places.

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