When the Chicken Crossed the Road

When the chicken crossed the road

I was walking with too-tired feet

and a too-smart border collie

When the chicken crossed the road

I admired him there bold

the black, speckled feathers

the red comb

I was not to worry

then the dog's ears flew up

sensing something...

My grip was firm

he understood

though out of sight

is truly out of mind

Then I happen to stumble

briefly upon a rock

and the leash in my hand

flew out like a bullet

The sensible collie

at once was free

the temptation was too much

for a good chase, you see?

It's what they do,

those collies

they herd

And that speckled

chicken

she was a running bird!

That hairy dog

he has sharp teeth

and a speckled bird

doesn't want to become meat

So she ran down

into a river ravine

where she dissapeared instantly

nowhere to be seen

So when the owner came out

calling her left and right

Well you know I wouldn't say

Sam gave her such a fright!

R ambling in the street

U nder blue sky so rare, we

N ever saw a fowl!

The disclaimer on this is that "No chickens were harmed in the making of this little story." This is also mostly fiction (if you read the fine print you will already know that I do make many things up). I did; however, see this exact same chicken when walking my dog, and his ears did perk up but we went onward without further ado. The inspiration for this post came from fellow blogger, RaineFairy and her blog, Tweak and Shout https://tweakandshout.wordpress.com/. She writes lovely acrostic haiku poetry that is much better than my paltry attempt above. Happy Friday everyone!