Mayday

Sitting in a humid May

The day is nearly halfway

Through girl giggles as they

Leap through water sprinkles

I ponder the skies turning darker

Alerted to noises of chicken wander

Many dig, dig and chatter away as the

Cool breeze rustles leaves inches above

Their heads bobbing around, up and down

Suddenly our dog’s bark elicits cluck, clucks

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