Fluffy, Puffy & 2-Pec

Fluffy is a chicken
a puffy fluffy chicken
a puffy fluffy chicken
whose eggs are finger-licking…
good grief
she says
as I butter my toast
in preparation for those eggs
I love the most
and don’t think she doesn’t know
as she watches me go
rob her daily
until one day
seeing this puffy, fluffy chicken
depressed at the loss of her egg
I ask if she wants chicks
‘Cluck-cluck’ she says
cluck-cluck indeed, Ms.Fluffy

Since there is no rooster,
I borrow some fertilized eggs
from a friend
with a hen
with fertilized eggs to lend
and Fluffy sat on them
as if they were her own
and she sat,
and she sat
ever nervously watching the cat
knowing not that he’s harmless

and one morning
as I brought Fluffy her food
‘peep-peep’ I heard
and then another
Ms. Fluffy was a momma,
two chicks hatched,
two went missing,
maybe stolen by a mongoose,
but two hatched!
First came Puffy, “Peep-Peep”
said Puffy.
Then out from underneath Big Momma Fluffy
came little 2-Pec
who was a nervous wreck
until Fluffy nestled him beneath her
next to Puffy
and he knew
that everything
would be okay.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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