- Jul 1, 2011
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So, I'm thinking about decorating, starting with the outside. Adding chicken friendly plants, maybe a crazy box for toys. Haven't planned out the stained glass pieces yet, but just because I'm feeling a bit whimsical, decided to print out the poem I wrote and will etch it into wood for a chicken sign. Maybe break it down into two. Probably doesn't matter. I'm guessing the chickens will roost on them and render them unreadable anyway. Including the poem, just to get a smile from you..
Oh chicken, chicken in my yard
promise me you will discard
fruits of labor in a nest
while I wipe my brow then rest
from this fancy coop designed
with your happiness in mind.
Fruits of labor, tell me when
I can count the eggs - you are a hen?
Distractions: beak on downy ball -
whirl of motion three inches tall.
Eating machine, let no man assume
they not be snack had you but room.
Oh chicken, chicken on my land
once clueless, now I understand
what you drop beyond the egg
is the best of what politicians crave.
Simplicity: practical notion,
bit of seed in hand
blurred color in motion.
Oh chicken, chicken, in my yard
Oh chicken, chicken in my yard
promise me you will discard
fruits of labor in a nest
while I wipe my brow then rest
from this fancy coop designed
with your happiness in mind.
Fruits of labor, tell me when
I can count the eggs - you are a hen?
Distractions: beak on downy ball -
whirl of motion three inches tall.
Eating machine, let no man assume
they not be snack had you but room.
Oh chicken, chicken on my land
once clueless, now I understand
what you drop beyond the egg
is the best of what politicians crave.
Simplicity: practical notion,
bit of seed in hand
blurred color in motion.
Oh chicken, chicken, in my yard