Footbridge Chicken
At the footbridge I saw a chicken,
trying to keep its balance
as it flapped its wings. It felt dizzy
when it saw the abyss below it,
which swallowed time and matter.
Surprisingly the chicken kept on
with the journey, claw after claw. It
wasn't chicken-hearted like most
chickens. It was ready to walk
on wooden footpaths which cracked
in every step,
until it reached the other end.
It had crossed the road;
now it was crossing a footbridge....
Date: 7/19/2016
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment