competition comes to a halt
the barnyard competition is ramping up, fowls are in a foul mood.
Farmer’s wife brings out some pathetic, wetted down poultry food.
Farmer will be by in a second she says, as the competition gets fierce.
We know he has a first name, we have heard her call him “Pierce”.
Green hen is doing a lot of bragging about being the prettiest bird.
Yellow spotted hen is rolling her eyes; she says “my word!”
Baby chicks are gathering, thinking they have a chance to win.
Until Pierce comes along, bringing a male peacock in.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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