Suddenly inside this box
my friends enter the box
one by one.
we slip and crash
into each other.
the dark sides swing back and forth.

Bump bump bump

We crush each other
this is making me nervous!
Is this how my world will now be?
A brown box with high sides?
Closed top
dark, crowded
swinging and bumping?

Peeping we all are peeping
worried
Where are we going?
Is this all there is
and ever will be?
I hear the clink of a latch
The box is opened
and we are free,
in our huge cage.
Free with our wooden house
warm with pine shavings.

I peck some food.

Ducklings’ jump into the pond
Ducklings gobble everything
and are messes.

We are more refined
We play enjoy the springtime rain
then sunshine.
But in the back of my chicken mind
I wonder
when we will be again
in the swinging cardboard box.
I am ready to weather the storms outside
in my hen house
we will be fine.
Don’t worry about us strange swinging lady.
Just don’t forget to bring us your
Vegetable clippings,
pine shavings
grit
and feed
keep us dry
out of the box!
We are ready to spread our wings!
In return we will give you eggs.

Thanks for getting us feathered swinging Lady.

With Love from the hens,
Chocolate, Rose, Thunder, Lily, Buttercup
And gratefully signed the ducks,
Popcorn and Quackers

04/14/2011