Merry Chickmas, all!

Rethinking Life

Twas
the
eve
before
chickmas
and
all
through
The
Coop
the
chicklets
were
peeping
and
looking
for
loot
they
ate
all
the
cookies
the
bread
and
the
corn
and
nothing
was
left
for
the
next
Chickmas
morn

the
hens
shook
their
feathers
and
went
right
to
work
chirping
and
peeping
they
turned
with
a
jerk
to
see
their
sweet
chicklets
all
fuzzy
and
bright
they
knew
they’d
be
cooking
well
into
the
night

tiny
wings
started
flapping
and
joy
filled
the
air
cuz
the
meaning
of
Chickmas
is
to
love
share
and
care

Post Scrip:  This poem was a collaborative effort by chicklets, Zack, Martha and Zoe, who, with the backing of the other chicklets, wanted to thank the hens for their hard work.

The chicklets raided the kitchen and ate most of the treats for the party and for Christmas morning.  The hens, knowing that would happen, hid quite…

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