Friday, September 09, 2016


The chickens sat next to her on the bus.
There were three hens and one rooster.
I asked if the rooster was going
after the hens.
I was looking out the bus window when
she said
“They keep pecking, crowing, and shitting.”
I laughed and felt sorry for chickens.
It was no use talking about them anymore.
Then I remembered some chickens
were underneath the skirt of a woman---
Something was bulging underneath---
then she lifted her skirt up and sure as
shooting there were