'Awwww....cluck cluck cluck! ' <br /> <br />She'd begin <br />a conversation <br /> <br />& they'd answer her <br />in fluent chicken <br /> <br />escorting her <br />around the farm <br /> <br />as if telling her all <br />the latest gossip. <br /> <br />My aunt <br />was on speaking terms <br />with each & every one <br />of her chickens. <br /> <br />I too knew <br />every cow by name: <br /> <br />'Hey, Betsy... <br />och aye the mooo! ' <br /> <br />And on first name <br />terms <br />with every chicken. <br /> <br />'Hey, Henrietta.... <br />how ya doin'! ' <br /> <br />'Atilla the Hen <br />how's the laying? ' <br /> <br />It was only when <br />Henrietta was chicken soup <br /> <br />or Atilla became <br />chicken wing <br /> <br />that I stopped <br />naming them <br /> <br />...couldn't stomack <br />eating my friends!<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eating-my-friends/
