Oversion

Morning Dove Prose Poems

We have a morning dove at work who joins the sparrows and
has delayed migration. She looked at me for a long time today.
I sprinkled the special seed for her further over,
then nearer, but never close enough to where she was walking
that tossing it would make her fly.

And she came over and stared at me.
Didn’t go to the seed, just stared.
And then flew off.

So I will probably have her along when my
chickensitting duties are required.
She’s very quiet and makes barely a sound,
just this nice oohing music early in the dawn,
when fingernails are still.

Letter to a Farmer about Chickensitting for him while on Vacation

Maybe if you go travelling again
some day
you could have me look after the farm
for a stretch.
Of course, when you got back,
all but the most difficult of the fowl
would be in the living room,
enjoying bowls of seed and listening to Debussy
on the piano,
while the moodiest of the large birds
would be having some welcome down time
in the calm of the suddenly spacious coup
enjoying the evening with Guinness in their waterbowls.
Vacations for farm animals should be mandated by decree.
Elephants are part of the community. Cows and monkeys and
tilapia deserve a moment in their lives that is good.

In the morning the chickens will all walk about
in the neighbours cornfield, finally seeing it.
They’re beautiful, your chickens, richly coloured
varied tall stately and yet urgent in their ways.
The Chickens’ Vacation. I will youtube it?
I’m sure they’ll keep to the edges.
Very little damage. Likely snack a bit.
As if chickens don’t deserve a snack?
The neighbours have already harvested the corn.
No one would ever even know the tall stately
farm chickens had hung out at the back side area there.
A chicken fantasy really, that the rest of the world
beyond their shed and walking area, was all
cornfields, as far as the eye could see.

You could also think about a chicken tunnel,
so the chickens could go under the fence
into the cornfield. Like Trump’s fence back there.
Jehova’s Witness and the dove. Pre-syllabic.

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