Chickens at Night

Twas on verge of winter night

Through eye of chain-link fence, by pure happenstance,

I witnessed three fowl take flight

Through veil of twilight.

A cock and three hens, without roost

Of proper build and flattened roof,

Perched on branches hung low

To brave against the coming snow.

How they cluck and bock and stir

Despite the bitter winds that deter

We who seek warmth by Christmas light.

Entranced I am, by these chickens in the night.