Chicken

Poetry by | June 1, 2008

I can hear our chicken in the backyard
following me at night
when I take her egg at day
and stares at me

I can hear this chicken following me at night
when I go inside the kitchen
after emptying the trash bin
with cracked shells sticking inside it

I can really hear the chicken following me at night
up the concrete staircase
suddenly it stops
to see if I’ll turn
to look at her.

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