THE ABSOLUTELY TRUE DEEP-SOUTH CHICKEN CAPER

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THE ABSOLUTELY TRUE DEEP-SOUTH CHICKEN CAPER

This incident actually happened to me one childhood day while I lay abed in my family’s Tuscaloosa garage apartment. My mother and grandmother were fussing about, conducting activities of daily living. Suddenly, a neighborhood free-roaming chicken appeared through the open screen door and a moment of chaos and joy ensued. As proof that all of life is poetry, or at least poetic, here is the poem that emerged from my memory…

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PLAYING CHICKEN

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Once upon a time or two

when I was less than three

A chicken jumped into my bed

and gave a fright to me.

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She fluttered up and cackled ‘round

the room for all to see,

She made me cry, she made me laugh

and clap my hands in glee.

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Granny chased her with a broom,

Mama shoo’d her loud,

The chicken left us with a zoom

and flew up to a cloud.

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Later, when I saw her pecking

all about the grounds,

I cackled and she laughed at me.

We both made funny sounds.

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I waved and smiled and whispered,

“Come back another day,

so we can scare each other

into having fun at play.”

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See what I mean? To this day, my life remains a poetic journey in progress.

Thanks for hitching a ride for a moment

© 2019 A.D. by Jim Reed

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