The Daily Chicken Run|
Mikes Meadow Muffin for August 1, 2005
The Daily Chicken Run
I set down my cup of coffee...
I could see the high grass quiver,
Once more they began the perilous dash,
from the rough ground by the river.
They hit the ground, and come up running,
zigzag then sprint a while,
fan out across the open ground,
regroup in single file.
Then slip safely into my garden,
eight pheasant chicks and a momma hen.
My courageous morning visitors.
last week there were ten.
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