Chicanery Poem by Sathya Narayana

He took her into his hands,
pressed close to his chest,
and caressed her little head
with his firm fingers.

She looked at him fondly,
shrunk further into his hands
and rubbed them with its beak.
Must be her way of kissing!

She thought, "I'm lucky!
He looks so kind,
his touch so loving,
his is so caring! '

Isn't it so fascinating;
a friendship between
a chicken and a human;
the superior being! '

Still holding her tight
the man walked straight
into his kitchen! !