hunt, heat, stray (interactive poetry)

The Chicken’s Cry

Before i can run away you hunt me down
catch me and drag me around
snap my neck and chop me up
throw me in soup and eat my guts
the heat you use to melt off my feathers
i can gobble and gobble but it will never matter
because i will just be another chicken
fried, boiled, baked, or grilled
im treated like a stray cat
no one cares where my heart is at
i just want to see my chics hatch
but noooo
instead, i will served on a plate in your lap.

how do you like your chicken? i personally like it fried XD


7 thoughts on “The Chicken’s Cry

  1. ha. ๐Ÿ™‚ you have too much time on your hands my dear!!! ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ™‚ hahaha. well, i guess you could write something then do it after….like eating the wabbit! ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ™‚ xx

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  2. I have never wrote anything like that in my life, but I take part in an interactive poetry game and i had to use the words (heat, stray, and hunt)… i didnt know wha tto do. i did my best to think of a way they all relate. originally i was going to write about a bunny. but ive never eaten wabbit before lol

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