Rescue the Chick

a little poem for the rescued chick
A Poem a DayNational Poetry Month
It is a myth that birds smell our fingers.Chickens can't sense Carolina Reapers.Menagerie of rescue pets   lingers,Turtles, frogs, & pygmy goats are keepers.

Every time  my daughter calls out for helpThe dogs know to share room and never yelp. 
Caroline Gerardo copyright April 2018