Poetics and Musings

Poem for a Friend

Oh that I was a chicken
I posed to them that night
A simple barnyard fowl
Having few needs for which to fight

The chicken can't consider
He can't philosophize or debate
The bird, he has no worry over
To whom he can relate

The rooster knows his place
To raise us with the day
To protect his flock of fellows
Giving hens safe place to lay

He struts about the yard
Trotting to and fro
And when the sun comes up
He bellows out a crow

The hen knows her purpose
Passing her days without a doubt
She hunts and pecks upon the ground
Seeking her morsels out

For she has no worries to weigh her
She has no fears nor care
She finds all that she needs
She knows it will be there

And so this musing I did pose
Around the ashtray that night
What joy to be a chicken
We agreed in low bar light