The trouble with chickens

The trouble with chickens

A giant storm threatens

In the distance

Rumbles like waves on an angry beach

Thunder strikes

The dog barks

her anxiety unleashed

The chickens cower

I cuddle the canine

But the chickens lower to the ground

I cannot reach them

Human hands mean

Plucking to the air

Unfair restrictions

Awkward touch on feather

Do they feel

An unknown goddess

Thrashes the skies?

Do they feel

An eagle

Big as their dreams

Beats its wings

Over the heavens

Signalling their demise?

I cannot talk sense to them

Cannot say

This is storm

Infinite design of heaven

Sent by the mistress

They flail wildly

This way and that

Under the coop

Through the dust bath area, under stairs

Into their playpen

Filled with uneaten food

the angry goddess thunders

the skies

I cannot tell them

This will pass

Cannot hold them to me

Cannot reason

With unhinged chickens

Another bolt kisses ground

Booms the earth

The dog barks ballistic

The chickens in their

Screech and clamour

Forget to breathe

They squat

As if this giant

Will come and collect them

Obliterate them

And their feathery dream

Of unlimited grains, and greens galore

They cannot

Wipe the slate of the past

To understand this greater goddess

governess of the skies

She unleashes her Being

on the dry Desperate earth

Energising soils like Frankenstein

Only Greater

Across earth

No single monsters for her

Hers is a canvas worth the painting

First she splatters fat drops

Dust plashing

Then rivulets

First blase

Meandering the surface

Finding the cracks

Then

with growing confidence

Water pelts

more insistent

bathing caked soil

insisting

every edge

is filled

brimming

They cannot understand

She is the harbinger of life.

The chickens

Blind with terror cower

Unhinged to the miracle

Of an earth renewed