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THE ABSOLUTELY TRUE DEEP-SOUTH CHICKEN CAPER
This incident actually happened to me one childhood day while I lay abed in my family’s Tuscaloosa garage apartment. My mother and grandmother were fussing about, conducting activities of daily living. Suddenly, a neighborhood free-roaming chicken appeared through the open screen door and a moment of chaos and joy ensued. As proof that all of life is poetry, or at least poetic, here is the poem that emerged from my memory…
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PLAYING CHICKEN
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Once upon a time or two
when I was less than three
A chicken jumped into my bed
and gave a fright to me.
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She fluttered up and cackled ‘round
the room for all to see,
She made me cry, she made me laugh
and clap my hands in glee.
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Granny chased her with a broom,
Mama shoo’d her loud,
The chicken left us with a zoom
and flew up to a cloud.
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Later, when I saw her pecking
all about the grounds,
I cackled and she laughed at me.
We both made funny sounds.
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I waved and smiled and whispered,
“Come back another day,
so we can scare each other
into having fun at play.”
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See what I mean? To this day, my life remains a poetic journey in progress.
Thanks for hitching a ride for a moment
© 2019 A.D. by Jim Reed
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