Rampage


Crunch!
Buck buck—
the chicken
strides forward
and looks at me—
BUCKOCK.
I have been seen.

25 chickens sprint toward me,
with open wings.
Why? I don’t have anything.

I snatch some food
and fling
it into the yard.
They dart to the food.

Now’s my chance …  RUN!






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