A boy and his chicken
Had a little chat
They pondered on the weather
And talked of this and that
To hear their conversation
You’d never even know
That only one was talking
A constant, steady flow
The chicken clucked and shuffled
The boy yakked on and on
While feeding Queenie bits of grass
He’d pulled out of the lawn
She stood and seemed to listen
She clucked and moved her head
But when the boy stopped talking
She quickly turned and fled
Love this one!
Thank you! It was so cute to watch him.