the farm goes quiet.
Fox is full from his feeding.
Farmer's gone to his wife.
We got the nest feathered.
Got some scratch on the ground.
Ain't nobody here but us chickens.
There ain't nobody else around.
It's just us chickens.
We laying long and slow.
There ain't nobody here but us chickens.
We alone till that cock crow.
This was written for Margaret's prompt at Real Toads and inspired by an extremely peaceful visual poem called "Tucking in the Chickens" by Maria Wulf. How my mind got from there to here is a complete mystery to me.