Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele
Chicken - Poem by Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele
A child's ear on the track listening
to low vibrations first. Slight fear
and trepidations hum.
Ensuing rumblings echo within
the stomach lining, sending
warnings to the brain stem.
'Move' echoes throughout
the nerves. Premonitions
create a sense of pending doom.
And still you lie, wanting
the chills racing up and down
the spine, adrenaline rushing.
As the ground eventually shakes
your body begins to scream
with life forces surging.
'Jump' is now a prayer
whispered by the lush green
grass and your unborn
children watching, weeping.
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