Come on, little chickens

They’re pecking at each other –
from the way they are dressed
to their favourite type of crisp
to the Pokémon cards they’re opening.
The shortest chicken does not want
to walk alongside the tallest chicken.
The tallest chicken tells the shortest chicken
he hates the way he clucks so loudly.
Come on, little chickens, Mother hen says
from way out in front. Let’s go get some nuggets.
The little chickens nod their plucked heads,
link wings, and fly 20 feet together.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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