Chicken Speak--To Be Or Not To Be

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

that is the question.

Whether tis nobler to walk

on egg shells

or rather

to boldly strut

cock fierce.

To plant one foot in the hen house

and the other

at the foxes lair

exhibiting

super Gumby

flexibility

and strength.

Or to simply roost

in the nearest Mango tree

dreaming

of Iowa corn fields

sinewy stalks

crunchy kernels

liberally sprinkled

with red lipped white grubs.

And to fertilize

with flair

that extra special egg

the one

that stands out from the rest.

The good egg

that breaks the mold

that breaks wind

with a certain HEN NA SAIS QUOI!

That one egg

that exemplifies

everything

chicken.

That one egg

that the others

defer to

when things get

scrambled.

That one egg

that flies in the face of

adversity

and comes out

smelling

like a ham.

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Happy Mother's Day!

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Fresh Meat

We

and I say this loosely

who start anew

later in life

like in our 50’s

realize the ramifications

of our actions

but we proceed into deep space anyway.

We press on with resolve and courage

because we know

that time

keeps running ahead

and the best that we can do is

try to keep up.

Call me

fearless

and something other than normal.

I just need

to go over the hurdles

a little slower

and every once in awhile

I enjoy

a good swift kick

to get me started

because the doubters

bring big suitcases

build shells

then like to tuck them

into deep niches and hang out

demanding telescopes and mirrors

with plenty of extra batteries

to focus beyond the present

into the blacker than black void

to ping in mathematical sequences

and then to listen

with a bit of trepidation

for some sign of intelligence and wit

so they can  share

the miracle of

a verse

or some meaty prose

with their friends. 

Not forgetting  the remnant

who exist in the outer reaches of space and time

who are voracious  for new material.

who act as if they have not heard a good story

in eons.

The ancient ones

who have endured

for centuries

like birds of prey

on dry carrion

who will continue to exist

long after

our dusty bones

lie frozen

on a cold dead planet

hurtling through space.