While drinking coffee at 6 a.m. on the front porch... <br />'Corn Flake's' flock, scratching, pecking... <br />Grouped under The Oak... <br /> <br />'Corn Flake' flapped, eyed them all: <br />'Cu, Cu, Cu, Cuuuuuuuk! Screeeeeck! ' <br />'You, You, You, You All! Speak! ' <br /> <br />Mean Hen (not laid in a year) : 'Bastard, cluck, hawk Bastard! ' <br />Young Bob: 'These nubs are spurs. We gonna tangle, Corn Flake! ' <br />Napolean Banty Rooster, 'Bring it on! After I've groomed...' <br />Big Pet, 'I'm pretty.' <br />Flop-Over Rooster, 'I'll bet four bugs on Bob...my man! ' <br />Dead Chicken Walking, 'What hawk? ' <br />Skitzy Hens, 'Voices say...lay now, hawk later.' <br /> <br />Cocking an eye on the hawk diving fast, 'Corn Flake' <br />Gurgled under the porch: <br />'The few, the loud, the uh, out-in-the-open.... <br />Upon evaluation of an imminent convergence of <br />Predator and Prey, I feel compelled to humbly offer <br />Mild, insignificant(for the most part) , situational <br />Insight: <br /> <br />'COCK-A-GET-YOUR-ASSES-UNDER-THE-BLOODY-PORCH- <br />DOUBLE-DAMN-FLAP-IT-FAST-DOODLE-IDIOTS-DOO! ! '<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/corn-flake-s-advice-to-his-flock-humor/
