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.