If
you hadn’t heard, today we bought some baby chicks my son named Olivia, Viola,
and Maria.
Ode to Our “Twelfth Night Trio”
Two
days ago you were looking at
gleaming
white walls
Protecting
you all curled up new
Soaked
but snug
Until
something tugged
You
pecked and clawed
Maybe
even gnawed
A
little bit here and there
Rocking
forth into life
You
took your place among dozens
Who
had done the same thing
Had
the same amount of time
And
arrived as safe
And
adorable as you
Peeping
for Mom or food
Whichever
would answer
You
drew upon all your strength
To
hop, hop, hop
Until
a hand reached in
To
that great big bin
And
put you in a little cardboard box
Your
journey was not done
It
has only just begun
To
store, to box again, to car
And
then a home
With
two other chicks
Your
sisters to fix
Up
a place
Your
own space
Far
from gleaming white walls
But
snug as bugs in a rug
In
a see through box
In
your corner spot
Baby
chickens three
Sitting
casually
Our
very own “Twelfth Night Trio”
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