Me as a Chicken
A chicken pecking at the ground, no one noticing
Clucking, happily, walking through the barnyard
Everyone a family, chatting
I squawk a moment
A tasty morsel of clover I have found
I peer, then strike, eating up the little leaves
Grooming my feathers
Cleaning each one carefully
Not noticed
Yet there, clucking happily.




















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