Friday, February 22, 2013

Coop Coup

Chickens strut,
Sharp beaks peck.
Fluffy feathers
Adorn their neck.

Hawk stands still,
Eyeing the hens.
Menu choice
Through precise lens.

Chickens cluck,
Bawk, and squawk.
Especially when
There's a hawk.

Hawk swoops down
From the roof.
A chicken's gone -
Feathered poof.

In the coop,
A shrill bunch.
Get louder still,
When they are lunch.

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  1. Bridget, I read your poem aloud and enjoyed the strong sounds in many of the words - those 'ck' and 'wk' repetitions offer such an interesting texture to the read.
    I can almost hear the "shrill bunch." This poem is for the ears! : )

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    1. Thank you, Sheri! I read my poems aloud to my dog - she doesn't always give me the most decisive feedback, but if she doesn't bark at me, I feel like I'm on the right track. =)

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  2. Fun fun fun, and what a surprise ending :)!

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    1. Thanks, Jama! I didn't want to kill off the chicken but it was where the story led me. Mr. Hawk's eaten well tonight...=)

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  3. I'm sorry for the chicken who's lunch, but I'm cheering for the hawk, who has to hunt to live.

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    1. Thanks, Mary Lee! Chalk it up to predator/prey cycle of life. Sometimes I wish some carnivores were vegetarians because I like the smaller animals, but everyone has to eat. =)

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  4. I grew up visiting a grandmother with chickens, & when they squawked, she went running to see who was after them! This is a memory I have relived through your poem, Bridget. Great fun, just not for the chicken!

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    1. Thanks, Linda! I'm glad you got to reminisce about your grandmother. Keeping chicken (and keeping them safe) seems like tough work. =)

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  5. Had chickens growing up. Loved climbing the chicken coop and sitting on the roof. Not too fond of chickens - especially roosters! liked "A chicken's gone -
    Feathered poof.

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    1. Thank you, Donna! Interesting that you are not fond of chicken despite raising them as a child. Roosters scare me. Thanks for stopping by. =)

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    1. Thank you, Laura! That's high praise coming from you! =)

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  7. Hi, Bridget. What a balance your poem strikes. I didn't feel angry at the hawks or particularly sorry for the chickens, but was able to watch what happens between them as part of life. My favorite phrase was the "precise lens."

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    1. Thank you, Laura! As I wrote this I didn't root for the chickens or the hawk - just tried to show how things are on a farm/ranch - to the best of my knowledge. I'm certainly no expert. =)

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  8. Uh oh -- Chicken Little was right! The sky fell. :-)

    Great poem!

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    1. Thanks, Janet! Glad Turkey Lurkey, Ducky Lucky, and Goosey Loosey were not adding to the cacophony in the coop. =)

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  9. We keep chickens, so I guess my sympathy should be with them. Hope none of ours will be lunch for a hawk! In our city, a rat is a more likely predator...

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    1. Thanks, Ruth! Ewww, rats would be nasty predators - both for the chickens and the humans. Thanks for stopping by and commenting. =)

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