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