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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.

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  1. Date: 2/7/2010 2:24:00 AM
    I like this. I read it b4 and thought I'd commented, but I guess I did not. Cute poem on the nature of animals.

  1. Date: 1/16/2010 3:46:00 AM
    An imaginative and interesting write regarding the personalities of the chickens and comparing them to people. I think I would have to agree.

  1. Date: 1/12/2010 6:15:00 AM
    I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning Michael. Thank you so much for sharing it with us here at PoetrySoup. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 1/11/2010 4:21:00 PM
    I'll keep your secret,, and I like the poem

  1. Date: 1/11/2010 3:48:00 PM
    You really had me laughing at the thought of giving Meep Meep a paintbrush. Now this would be REAL chicken scratch, not like the reference to bad penmanship. And you're right about the competitive nature of people. Just wish we'd find more time to huddle "together on cold nights." It might actually bring about a meeting of the minds and reduce the competitive spirit. Great work, Michael! Love, Carolyn