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.

The End

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