but it is somehow, seeing
chickens in
the back yard
of a city row house.
three or four, fat and white
chickens,
hopping about.
pecking madly
at the ground.
the dog staring at them,
thinking,
what is this all about.
eggs are now off the shopping
list, i guess, and yet.
it's strange what you
might see
when peering out.
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