A Fowl Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

She starts as a littlun,
Little, beautiful, teachable like a briton.
Grows in shapes and trait,
Mate, lay, conceive in haste.
Put to bed and return'd the cycle.
Comes a day; Her owner.
To make her face the judgement of the cooker.- -
And that's the end of the cycle.

Comes she too as a littlun,
The fruit of copulation in return.
Grows she in shapes and trait;
Oblong face, hill shape and figure eight.
Copulate, conceive, bear and deliver.- -
An halt! ; as demand; The giver!
C.2017