Apr '12 15
Day 15 and we're half-way through National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo).

Today's poem is a short Sunday musing.

As always, it has just been born so it is still raw, unedited and shivering.

Chicken

We peck and squabble
too close for comfort,
our sensibilities, caged;
fear imprisons us.
Give our thoughts free range:
cross that road.


Posted by Jennifer Liston

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  1. Mike says:

    *Nice, compact little number Jen. Funnily enough, I was reading about "free range" eggs only today. Complete joke in Australia.

  2. Trish says:

    *Menopausal women take note!!

  3. Josephine Firns says:

    *I should hope that the egg was raw given that it was just born...oh sorry, you mean the poem...love the last 2 lines. Would make an excellent protest sign at a
    n animal cruelty rally...

  4. Jen says:

    *Thanks Mike...I didn't have a lot of juice in the poetry tank to put together much more! And yeah, it seems there are many creative definitions of 'free range'.

  5. Jen says:

    *Hellooooo Trish, are they chickens?! xo

  6. Jen says:

    *Thanks Josephine... I don't think the egg had even been collected! Re the last two lines: yes, good idea, maybe at an anti-battery-hens rally... xo

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