Chickens

I went to a poetry group meeting with a friend and was given the task of writing a childhood memory in the form of a poem so I did. :D

From dawn to dusk you could always hear,

Near and far they were loud and clear.

A cackle here and a cackle there,

They made me want to pull out my hair!

With beady black eyes they watched as I passed,

When one ventured too near I ran away fast!

One hundred and one hundred and one hundred they seemed,

Clucking and pacing they perched on wooden beams.

Despite my deepest sincerest protests,

It was I who was forced to clean out their nests.

With their tiny sharp feet and pointy beaks,

I must confess I hate chickens because...

From dawn to dusk you could always hear,

Near and far they were loud and clear.

A cackle here and a cackle there,

They made me want to pull out my hair!