Fifteen chickens
scratching in the grass
looking for grubs
to eat before they pass
on to the next yard
covered in dew.
Can you hear
the roosters crow
cock-a-doodle-doo?
Can you guess what woke me up this morning? What wakes you in the morning? In the evening? What do you do when you can't sleep? Can you write a poem about that? Let's all celebrate that the hurricanes didn't cause too much damage in Hawaii. Have a grand day writing and celebrating you. Happy Sunday.
I really enjoyed the rhythm of this one and how the chickens' travel from stanza one to stanza two. What fun!
ReplyDeleteTthat's an enjambed line, Linda. Thank you for noticing.
DeleteVery fun poem. It almost sings. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYea, I really do like chickens.
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