Let them peck in the yard
As they please
Or walk over to stand
By the edge of the road.
The rooster strutting about
Will keep an eye on them,
Till it's time for them
To step under a tree
And wait for the heat
To pass and the children
To return to their toys
Left lying in the dust.
For, come Sunday,
One of the chickens may lose its head
And hang by its feet
From a peg in the barn.
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i came across this poem by charles simic last week, and it reminded me of this previous post i made a while back, where i thought the same thing...
taken on my trip to basay, negros oriental, january 2010
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