we laugh at the chickens

being city

folk, we slow down and point

at the cows

in the field.

horses.

we laugh

at the chickens

in the far yard,

fat and white,

and noisy,

on the other side

of the pig trough,

there's a goat off in the distance

doing whatever

goats do,

although we can't think

of what that might

be.

there's a man

on the wide porch, with

his hat off, wiping

his red brow,

staring at us,

so we wave.

he waves back, then we

move on.