Chicken Memories
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Yes, I miss the roosters,
like Gabriel's Horn calling me home,
Summer mornings 4:00;
Crayon Chickens
drawing everywhere there was dirt,
cackling, quarreling,
Cu-cu-ling those weird worrying uh-ohs
when the hawks circled,
Fleeing for the coops or the trees;
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