Scratching in the dirt
Fat strutting chickens
contentedly clucking song to self
room to roam, companionship of the clutch
sweet seeds, like mana from heaven, faithfully provided.
A simple peace. I breathe it in… deeply.
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Scratching in the dirt
Fat strutting chickens
contentedly clucking song to self
room to roam, companionship of the clutch
sweet seeds, like mana from heaven, faithfully provided.
A simple peace. I breathe it in… deeply.
I love the image this creates. I find watching chickens to be relaxing, and I felt that when reading your poem.
This poem feels so soft to read. Just the gentle peace of watching birds live their simple lives, absolutely admiring their connection. I especially liked alliteration of the lines, “song to self / room to roam,” and the ending. Even without it explicitly stated, I feel like I can smell the earthy animal scent being breathed in. Fantastic!