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


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