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
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.