it's rare that one sees
a chicken
truck anymore
in transit on the open
road,
a flat bed thing with
crated
birds stacked high,
feathers flying,
a cacophony of
clucking,
sitting
beside you at a red
light.
chickens don't travel
like that anymore.
the world has
changed.
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