Chicken Feed (R8)

Chicken Feed (R8)

I wonder if songbirds are grateful
for the sacrifice of the chickens that
lets them remain on their pedestal.

I suppose that creatures who
can sing do better than
those who merely peck at the ground.

Most chickens take the train to work
and in the Summer fry

Song birds primp and puff up their feathers
rest on tree branches before their next performance

But mostly they sing the words for their own species
and merely tease the others with a chronic melody

Seems odd that the chickens are martyrs
and the song birds of gibberish are stars

— Douglas Gilbert

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