The chick box


I used to watch them, too,
balls of fluff with feet...
just like you,
I stood on tiptoe to warm my nose by the heat lamp.
Now I watch you instead,
childhood enchantment,
oblivious.
I share your wonder: simple beauty in little chicks.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The chicks are now ensconced in the Hen Hilton, although on the 'Motel 6' side, Papa says, because it has cardboard walls! Hope to see you and your family here tomorrow to enjoy them with us!

Nice poem, my sweetie! Mama

tersessi - and it's been a long time coming! Haven't had any good ones lately!

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