My Neighbors Chickens

They are Wind, Fire, Rain, Smoke and Danger Sue. My neighbor’s chickens, and here is what they do. They strut down the cobblestone path like the wind. Thus the name of number one, she takes up the end. Fire off a missive, and they will all get crazy loud. They go insane when 4th of July fireworks get proud. Rain was named for the place where we live – Portland you see. And Danger Sue climbs up every single oak tree. Wind, Fire, Rain, Smoke and Danger Sue. They are my neighbor’s hens, and they all know you. They memorize your habits, and they visit daily. Here comes their mother, Mrs. Dan B. Bailey. Yes, we have their father, he’s up in the barn’s loft. A rooster with color, he has a strange cough. We’re afraid it might be Covid, so we stay away. But let’s watch the five hens as they cackle and play.