Chicken, strutting about proudly?
Mocking true emotion,
Blocking the depth of feelings.
The chicken makes you
Wait until it is much too late.
The chicken has little competition
In its fight for existence.
Everyone owns a
Chicken. Or does the chicken own them?
Clean-white, the chicken�s
Feathers are never caked with the muck
Of risk. The
Chicken�s only enemy is
The Frying Pan of Daring.
Which too often remains in the
Kitchen cabinet.