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Hiding Place
Into the coop where
There is safety in numbers.
Feathers and fears rise
Cluck, cluck and squawk!
Invader! the egg snatcher!
"Shhh, I don't want eggs."
Fluttering, flapping.
"Be still, no need to panic,
I’ll be gone in time."
Settled and calm now
I look around and see the
Orange light filtering
Cool and damp under
Adobe dome, breathing
Dank chicken exhale.
The feathers and dung
Fill my nose with smells of ease
And comfort and sleep.
My place. No one else
Would guess I am even here.
Close my eyes and dream
Of cluck, softly, cluck
Warm and roll tomorrow’s chicks
There is safety here.
Karen, This is very sad, a travesty that these kinds of worries were ever in the mind of a little girl. You worried probably a lot, and left not too much time to be a kid. I am guessing. Other girls were playing with Barbies, while I was being made into my uncle's personal Barbie. At the ripe age of seven. I feel so heartbroken for you. I know exactly where this is written from. I love your style. Keep writing it out, you know how writing eases the soul. thanks for clueing me on this piece, it's wonderfully written. I Hope that you have made peace with it.
Interesting...i know the hiding place and i know the smell and the heat and eyes burning