the chicken walks in the
back door with
all the brashness of
christopher columbus and
makes straight for the dog's
bowl as if nothing can stop her
getting what she wants. and her pecks
are noisy shouts through the house of
beak on tin clang, clang, clang,
she is full of confidence and even when the
dogs chase her out she goes struttingly,
back within minutes-

i think that maybe i should take notes