Poem: The Chicken

by Miranda Gent



Beady eye,
Orange 
Half-hidden in the green of the long grass.
Scaled legs, talons. The curve of a claw.
Descendant of a dinosaur.
Skilful leap, graceful stance,
The ruffle of feathered wings
Beating the air,
Purpose-full steps,
Feet unfurling,
The soft padding that leaves 
foot prints 
Barely audible on the ground,
The suspended stillness, 
Ever-watching, inquisitive,
Sly. 
Without a sound

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