I talk to chickens!

I talk to chickens!

A Poem by Tom
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There's method in my madness?

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Don't think me bananas, cause I talk to Brahmas
Sussex, Leghorns and Rhode Island Red,
all breeds of chicken, scratching and picking
from early morn, till they go to bed.
Each bird has a name, no two the same,
Pinky and Perky, each as big as a turkey,
Jenny, Henny-penny, just a few of many,
hilarious, gregarious and quintessentially quirky.
I have no human friends, just a large flock of hens
and my wife ran away some years ago,
once cheek by jowl, she threw in the towel
when my Rhode Island rooster began to crow,
with stern scowl, she said, ' me or the fowl?
So alas, I had to let her to go!
No, I'll not renege on a hen or fresh egg
and should one ever talk back, I'll know I'm 'crackerjack'
for though chickens are clever, they cannot whatsoever
converse in two way conversation,
except for Winifred my Wyandotte, who tells me,
" it's people who have lost the plot"
and I agree with her astute observation!

© 2017 Tom



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Tom, I have such fond memories of feeding the chickens during childhood stays with my maternal grandparents, and of the time spent on our family farm after my dad retired from the Army. I can see the baby chicks and hear them peeping under the warmth of the light of their brooding box (think that's right). But, there was always "chicken killing time" and the memory of that is not as pleasant.

But back to your poem filled with great passion for the many breeds. I can just see Pinky and Perky, Jenny, Henny-penny and the others as they strut as chickens do. But ah, how wise are Winifred and your Wyandotte who see us as we are. The chickens know what is their purpose, and how they are to behave. We humans are not as focused at times, as we don't have a clue as to what we are doing, or what we are supposed to be doing. Well, we might know but we just aren't as good as faring through the barnyard of life. And then there are those who have perfected the art of playing chicken when they should be stepping up to help others, or taking care of their "chick" instead of dodging responsibility.

Your rhyme and rhythm are perfect as always; your humor intact, and your gusto for members of the animal kingdom as enjoyable as ever!! My favorite lines are about the wife and the Rhode Island rooster - she got the boost, while he stayed on the roost! LOL

Now, I'm off to have a plate of scrambled eggs. And I refuse to believe the sky is falling! We should have better sense! LOL

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tom

4 Months Ago

Thank you Sheila for your wonderful and insightful review, even more appreciative as I know you are .. read more
Sheila Kline

4 Months Ago

Your words of kindness and understanding are so very much appreciated!! I hope to be more present he.. read more



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When you love something so much, you are bound to write poem about it. My grand mother used to keep chickens and I gotten to know them well, they liked me too and they used to follow me around, they are the reason I became a vegetarian. Thank you.

Posted 1 Week Ago


I LOVE THIS POEM! I love chickens too!! Well done! Clap clap clap!! You are witty!
Tabby

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tom

1 Month Ago

Thank you Tabbycat for your warm reciprocation!
Tabby Mac

1 Month Ago

A pleasure!
I agree with you too. One must hold on to what is dear. I had chickens once too and I loved the rooster crowing early morning. We used to forage for brown eggs. So reminiscent of a sweet, farm life. And when they had baby chicks, it was amazing! A wonderful poem with a great message Tom!

Posted 2 Months Ago


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Tom

2 Months Ago

You see! That old rooster bird we spoke off does indeed spread his happiness and enthusiasm to us hu.. read more
DIVYA

2 Months Ago

Strange and sad how we in our advancement have divested ourselves of the basic and priceless sights.. read more
Tom

2 Months Ago

Yes, spot on Divya, spiritual nature, ever omnipresent, all powerful and so, so soul enriching for t.. read more
dear Tom, We also love chickens. We have had Rhode Island Red who lay the gorgeous brown eggs. We even had an ornamental Japanese chicken or rooster with turquoise head and feet that are normally bright orange red. The beautiful white angora-like feathers were beautiful and even the feet had white feathers that looked like bedroom slippers. We named him or her "Buck Buck" and would run up to us like a puppy Dog ... so thrilled to see us. Buck buck did talk to us by actions... not words, but would also cluck and carry on. We also had a pet duck named "Sweetie heart" who loved us dearly. Her first two eggs were a light green in the Eve of St. Patricks Day. I would put the eggs in cakes. So I totally understand your love of the darling fowl. Your poem is delightful, but sad that your wife did not understand. truly, Pat

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tom

2 Months Ago

Don't worry too much Dearest Pat, Mrs Tom saw sense and came back lol....thanks indeed for your welc.. read more
Tom, I have such fond memories of feeding the chickens during childhood stays with my maternal grandparents, and of the time spent on our family farm after my dad retired from the Army. I can see the baby chicks and hear them peeping under the warmth of the light of their brooding box (think that's right). But, there was always "chicken killing time" and the memory of that is not as pleasant.

But back to your poem filled with great passion for the many breeds. I can just see Pinky and Perky, Jenny, Henny-penny and the others as they strut as chickens do. But ah, how wise are Winifred and your Wyandotte who see us as we are. The chickens know what is their purpose, and how they are to behave. We humans are not as focused at times, as we don't have a clue as to what we are doing, or what we are supposed to be doing. Well, we might know but we just aren't as good as faring through the barnyard of life. And then there are those who have perfected the art of playing chicken when they should be stepping up to help others, or taking care of their "chick" instead of dodging responsibility.

Your rhyme and rhythm are perfect as always; your humor intact, and your gusto for members of the animal kingdom as enjoyable as ever!! My favorite lines are about the wife and the Rhode Island rooster - she got the boost, while he stayed on the roost! LOL

Now, I'm off to have a plate of scrambled eggs. And I refuse to believe the sky is falling! We should have better sense! LOL

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tom

4 Months Ago

Thank you Sheila for your wonderful and insightful review, even more appreciative as I know you are .. read more
Sheila Kline

4 Months Ago

Your words of kindness and understanding are so very much appreciated!! I hope to be more present he.. read more
dear Tom... you are not alone... We had a Japanese White angora-feathered chicken. Her Cone and feet were Turquoise instead of reddish orange. She was easy to talk to and seemed very content to be admired. She never laid an egg, but was very appreciative for a nice place to reside with lots of straw for warmth in Winter. Her name was Buck Buck and she would run up to us like a puppy dog.
We also had Rhode Island chickens with auburn red feathers. Of course they are the chickens who lay delicious brown eggs! My husband went along with my pet duck "Sweetieheart".
We got her as a tiny yellow duck. She grew quickly and when she laid her first egg on the Eve of St. Patrick's Day, it was olive Green. We saved all three green eggs and I put them in a yellow cake I baked... delicious!!! Sweetie heart loved us so much and had "feeling" that were phenomenal. Perhaps, that is why the expression, "God love a Duck". truly, Pat

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tom

4 Months Ago

Yes indeed Pat, you and I are both singing from the same hymn sheet, they are infectious and thank y.. read more
Patricia Wedel

4 Months Ago

Yes, When I lost Sweetieheart, our duck... I mourn to this day. We took her to a farm that had a po.. read more
Oh. My. Goodness. To have to choose between your feathered fowl and your femme fatale...if she gave you the ultimatum, you made the right choice. A perfect little piece of profound profundity.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tom

4 Months Ago

Merci merci Carol, thanks for dropping by!!
Loved the rhythm and the apparent sentimental infatuation with your "birds".
But.......
I think you are cheating here Tom. You are really telling people to come out of their shell. But I enjoyed the "yolk". Well, you did give me the right of my own decision. :-))

Posted 4 Months Ago


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Tom

4 Months Ago

Yes Norman, you've seen through my thinly threaded apperal, make of it what you will, but I'm in awe.. read more
This made me chuckle, chuckle a lot. Oh' Tom, you sure as hell got some pluck, keep em coming thick & furious me duck.....

Posted 4 Months Ago


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Tom

4 Months Ago

Ah, love it Neville, thanks my friend!
I feel bad now, about my addiction to a certain Colonel's fast food chain.
Great fun here Tom - pleased to meet you.

Posted 4 Months Ago


Tom

4 Months Ago

And you, thank you Sir!

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