4 Chickens

I live in the city, illegal they are, 4 chickens, laying eggs, for me Bock Bock, She is red and the top chicken, she loves for me to tickle her under her wings, the chills and shakes, She is brave and asks me for love, Moo Moo She is red, and next in line, just copies Bock Bock, envies, following her to find out how to be, Jeep Jeep She is white, third in line, asks for me to love her, when the reds arent around, cant decide if she is red or white, Meep Meep She never asks for love, but i hear her longing, She is a loner, never following the most motherly, wanting chics, She likes cooked garlic, isnt that wierd, she watches the cats and alarms the rest, loves to scratch deep and get dirty, If i could give her a paintbrush she would be the artist, They say chickens are competitive, and prideful hence the term: pecking orders, i have found with enough love, and space, this is untrue, no fighting, no competition, Just different, huddling together on cold nights, chasing each other for fun, sharing the treats i toss, I think humans are not much different.