The Chicken Crisis

She's sure the chicken is having

an identity crisis;

 

it's staring into the full-length mirror,

watching itself, a never-ending exchange

 

of eyeball glances between chicken

flesh and silver-blasted particles of sand—

 

a moment of yearning for the hen, to be on

the beach where that sand came from,

 

her breast feathers flapping in the sea breeze,

the salted beach foam in her face, her feet dancing

in the seaweed.