Teddy Kimathi Poet Narrative

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

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Tom Arnone July 28, 2016 at 9:07 AM A chicken of chickens. What happened after it crossed the bridge? ;-)

Connie Marcum Wong July 19, 2016 at 7:25 PM I seem to sense a metaphoric message in your poem Teddy, of how some of us are brave enough to take an unknown path.. Loved this! 7 ; ) Teddy Kimathi July 23, 2016 at 5:25 AM Lolest, you hit the nail on the head, Connie!! Thanks for enjoying my piece!! *^_^*