Drawing by Judith Wolfe
Betty Ann Matthews
Poem
AT HOME
I feed the chickens
white as snow
and clucky
after I pick them
up hold them and
pat them
let them go
wild in the long
stream of grass
the chickens know
(I'm sure!)
that they won't
be plucked
featherless or
lose their
heads no I
will stand guard
with assertiveness
and entice them
to fly high above
as my brother who
stands there is
ready to
strike them blind