Wednesday, February 2, 2011

clucking.

and so the chickens begin
when the cock heads into
another red morning,
their necks and heads
turning every which way,
clucking into telephone receivers,
clucking over their morning toast--
they turn on their televisions
to be greeted by more clucking,
a circle of chickens cackling loudly
to an audience of chickens
who are happy to be in the presence
of other clucking chickens.

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