Poem: Chicken Race

chickens bw

Chicken Race

The chickens run from the hutch,
pushing each other aside like racehorses
and the final line.
never asking themselves
what is next,
consumed by the need to be first,
a race I long ago abandoned,
more content to get there slowly,
and take my time
before anyone throws me in the pot.

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s