Not
my most profound month of poetry. I just feel so dry and struggle to focus
these thoughts. But here are the last two for this month of poetry. Until I
write some more next year in April or the random post of a poem, if it is any
good, at other times of year.
Chicken Face-Off at Sunset
One
solo feathered feature
Sits
quietly half cooing and half clucking
Her
thoughts out into the deepening twilight
She
surveys her tiny fiefdom
From
up top of our chicken coop
Tonight
she is ready
She
guards the yard from dangers
Says
our boy to all who ask
I
think she is exploring her freedom
And
it is fun to have her feathers ruffle
In
the night air as the stars struggle
To
be noticed from behind the cloud cover
She
remembers the day and the two hours
That
she is allowed to roam with her sisters
And
fellow cooped up conspirators
That
competes for bugs, slugs, and other
Creepy
crawly delicious delectable
That
enhances her diet and entertainment
The
sounds she makes now is her satisfied humming
That
tells us she doesn’t care to go anywhere
Until
we get out the yellow toy shovel
To
dislodge her daring
And
send her back up the stairs
To
what is a forced march
Our
warrior chicken
Will
face off with us tomorrow
In
a match of magnitude
Swelling
her chicken pride and heart
Before I Forget Again
I
found a message in the bottom of my bag
I
wanted a piece of paper
To
jot down some thoughts
It
was blank on one side
Perfect
for that
I
unfolded it and inside
The
note struck a tone
Of
a difficult time
That
someone had reached out
On
this paper opined
And
written contact information
Asking
me to write
I
have not
I
put it in my bag with that intent
Wanted
to honor every bit of it
Now,
a scrap, waiting for me to remember
I
don’t remember what I was going to write down
The
moment is gone and it doesn’t matter
I
must write now
The
note I did not
Before
I forget
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