I am again
Chickens are things with feathers
that run around the pen
and squawk a noise without a tune
never making sense
and sweetest is the day when I
catch one all unaware.
I’ll grab her leg and run away
to stash her in my lair.
I know most chickens don't like dogs
but I can be her friend
if only she’ll excuse the teeth
that make her feathers shred.
I don't care what it is as long as I can shred it.