I talk to chickens!

There's method in my madness?

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!

Author's Note

Please, decide for yourself..

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

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

[Tom]

Thank you Sheila for your wonderful and insightful review, even more appreciative as I know you are going through a difficult time, yet still you take a little time out to remember your friends here on the cafe site, admirable and stellar, but as I already know, your are a Lady of substance, a quality so lacking in modern humanity

[Sheila Kline]

Your words of kindness and understanding are so very much appreciated!! I hope to be more present here on the Cafe, and soon!

[J. J. Nightingale]

Ha Ha...cute... I guess I favor Chickens
over dumb cluck human beings..!

I did enjoy !!!

Jazzy

[Tom]

They do have likeable quality, thank you Jazzy for your visit & comments!

[J. J. Nightingale]

Yes they do !! ..You are welcome Tom !.......J.J.

[Damien Ridge]

Quite the passion for chickens! I laughed at the part where he chose the chicken over his wife. And at the Winifred part. Was a good read, flowed nicely. Thanks a lot for sharing!

[Tom]

Thank you friend, chickens are indeed versatile and comedy is part of their magnetic lure!