Eat More Chicken Poem by James McLain

I do not lie to you
why hit the bush, with little sticks
your nest invited my
hand holding all the birds.
The eggs, sunny side up flipped
cooked on both sides they run
to your middle
without a single trap, waiting is me.
Why pretend with fancy words you
know I can't say,
I found the menagerie you let all
the birds control
a fired off bush is river wild with all
the fun rapids.
Keep the nest in the forest protected
from hawks seeking your
tender chicks
for he will eat them all and come for you.