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The Day I Became a Chicken
By Harry Carr
As farmers we do tend to take on the qualities of the animals we care for
Sometimes this is not our choosing
I found myself pecking at every little detail in my life
It was not enough to walk I had to scratch my feet across the ground
Every time something new came at me I ran for it
Shall we say my beak fell into it
It became attractive to roll around in the dirt
My arms moved more frequently at my sides
My voice slurred and I found myself stuttering
Faster and faster my thoughts came to me
Bugs became very attractive and I would hunt for them
I found myself chewing on gravel
The sun controlled my biorhythms
I started waking up earlier
I realized I was turning into a Chicken
Like a good idea an egg welled up inside me
Not a conscious thing formed by my intention
But the biology of oviparity transformed me
Now on the nest waiting for the ultimate sensation
A hormonal cocktail of oxytocin and dopamine
Engulfed me .....then Voila the egg was laid
Letting out an uncontrolled Cackle
A firm warm egg lay under me
I just wanted to lazily set there my progeny below
Tis nice to have a house to hide from the storm
Just two roosters to run from and free food and water
This Chicken life was not so bad
I spent most of my time in the grass liking to look for bugs
That wore out my need to peck, so by the time I got back to the nest
All I wanted to do was doze with one eye closed
Dreaming of a smooth new egg for the morning.
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