'Corn Flake' Speaks To His Flock Poem by elysabeth faslund

While drinking coffee at 6 a.m. on the front porch...
'Corn Flake's' flock, scratching, pecking...
Grouped under The Oak...

'Corn Flake' flapped, eyed them all:
'Cu, Cu, Cu, Cuuuuuuuk! Screeeeeck! '
'You, You, You, You All! Speak! '

Mean Hen (not laid in a year) : 'B*stard, cluck, hawk B*stard! '
Young Bob: 'These nubs are spurs. We gonna tangle, Snidely!
Napolean Banty Rooster, 'Bring it on! After I've groomed...'
Big Pet, 'I'm pretty.'
Flop-Over Rooster, 'I'll bet four bugs on Bob...my man! '
Dead Chicken Walking, 'What hawk? '
Skitzy Hens, 'Voices say...lay now, hawk later.'

Cocking an eye on the hawk diving fast, 'Corn Flake'
Gurgled under the porch:
'The few, the loud, the uh, out-in-the-open....
Upon evaluation of an imminent convergence of
Predator and Prey, I feel compelled to humbly offer
Mild, insignificant(for the most part) , situational
Insight:

'CORK-A-GET-YOUR-*SSES-UNDER-THE-BLOODY-PORCH-
DOUBLE-DAMN-FLAP-IT-FAST-DOODLE-IDIOTS...! '