A cute wee pullet
Became a hen today.
If I knew which one,
I’d throw a par-tay.
You see, I found a small egg
Among all the rest,
Snuggled in the hay
Of their favorite nest.
This is always a sign
That the young are of age.
I must confess,
It’s an exciting stage.
I asked around,
For to know would be swell,
But not one bird
Was about to tell.
Is the bird mafia
Keeping things tickin’?
No name would they give
Because each one was a chicken!
Written: December 1, 2003
3 comments:
Dear Alice, thank you for sharing this other creative side of yourself. I have enjoyed reading yuor poems. You have many talents!
~ kiwi
Just dropped in to see what the third blog was all about and must say I stopped right here as loved this little poem!!!
You're wonderful!
Thank you so much, my friends... I really appreciate the wonderful comments you leave me here, on my other blogs, and at the Path To Freedom e-neighborhood. Positive feedback is so awesome!!
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