Here in Fortuna, northern California,
chickens demand their "civil rights".
They ‘cluck': "If we don't get our rights,
there'll be some very nasty fights! "
This year my mate bought 6 tiny chicks,
just one day "from the chicken shell".
She's slaved two months to feed them,
and scoop their foul fowl poop as well.
My mate's goal is to have organic eggs,
……for years, to her (& me?) , provided.
But the six (against one)want their "freedoms";
on their rights these six chicks have decided.
………
The Bill of Chicken Rights
The RIGHT to lay just 1 egg per day, and
JUST 4 days per week.
The RIGHT to fresh nesting material; dry
straw is what the "Chicks Union" does seek.
The RIGHT to feed freely on our land, and
also……on the land of our neighbors'! !
………..
So, to avoid a court case, ….towards these
rights my wife now labors.
My mate may raise chicks if she insists,
but I recline in comfort, sipping tea, and
prop on a footrest my aging legs...AFTER...
I go to Ray's Grocery Store (nearby)for MY eggs.
(August …8th ….2020; edited today, August 24th)
This is the first time i hear of Chicken rights. They want their freedom, is it? As Kostas says it may not be easy to negotiate. An organic poem Bri.... :)
Chickens ain't easy birds to negotiate with...Yes, I used " ain't "
Gee, Bri, this is a FANTASTIC POEM. To MyPoemList it goessssssssssssss. bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Negotiating for or agreeing to any 'rights' is a tedious process. But writing a poem on it, as it seems as though, not so!