So there are these chickens

We count them

Or refrain from it

Stopping ourselves

Because we shouldn’t

There is always the one

Trying to cross the road

For some philosophical reason

everyone wonders about

Why the chicken?

Why not a cow?

Why can’t we just count eggs

And be happy with that?

 

Poor chicken

I hope he didn’t get lost

Did he take a suitcase

A bandana with him?

He was just a poor chicken

Didn’t start with much

Probably out to make a name for himself

I hope when they took that chicken census

He stood up proudly

Stating his name with fervor

Before he took off

to places unknown

I hope he had a happy life

Full of seeds and friends

Hope he stayed in some nice places

I hope he avoided being someone’s dinner

I hope his chicken children and grand children

Shared his story

And at least one of them

Will take that road too

After he has been properly counted of course.