eclairage ecrivain - Chicken or Angel

Chicken or Angel you must decide inside.
Her feathers weigh her down like metal mesh.
At other times she feels as light as air.
You know her exterior but
please don't dissect her heart.
She's small and plump but
don't lump her up like a critic.

She is very brave because she can do a
hundred pecks per minute.
You can say chicken but
things will get gory.
After all her wings have
such an angelic span.

If you saw a vision in white that's her.
Her golden feet run with
grace over a muddy hill on a dare.
Real or Ethereal must prove this
performance isn't suicide.

Heavens a few feet to the other side.
The clucks of chaos are behind her.
Now she has her own battle cry.
Why has paradise chosen to hide?


The road stretches out before her
like the river Lethe.
Numberless dying and living leaves travel
sporadically along the gravel of infinity.
Blood must not be spilt as
a sacrifice to courage.
Chicken or Angel you must decide.
She was just trying to
escape your table.
After all the clouds represent
her dreams but they were
on the other side.
Oh to only escape before
the wings of freedom
are unfortunately clipped.
If you are wild follow the
feathers to her.
In the end you caught her.
She was so ruffled her
feathers turned brown.
In the end you saw an
angel that didn't belong
in the oven at all.
Force was needed on both sides.


Writers p.s.: If you think this
is silly well its supposed to be.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
To become an angel in
heaven maybe or to find courage.

“I dream of a better tomorrow,
where chickens can cross the
road and not be questioned about their motives.”
? Ralph Waldo Emerson

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