little white rooster
stands so proud
throws back his head
and howls real loud
violins play
as feathered bodies
begin to sway
one by one
they all huddle around
not a single beak
producing a frown
no wings flap
no horizontal spread
no bobbing
of little heads
calm and adoration
the chicks are showing
for this creation
filling the corner
of the coop
standing quiet
no one stoops
eyes and ears
all opened wide
feathered chickens
filled with pride
music adoration
has begun
for these chickens
are having fun
violins and cello base
seems to touch
their inner grace
Notes:
Today’s experiment was to sit in the coop with the chickens and discovering what would come of it, in terms of writing. It’s common for me to have the cd of Angele Dubeau – La Pieta playing on my laptop.
I walked in with my little stool and sat watching them hassle about trying to figure out why I was just sitting since the eggs had already been collected and they were already fed. The smallest is a white guy is a rooster and he started to do his stuff showing me who was really the king of the coop. I decided to video him and his voice and then take photos.
When I flipped my computer open the music started. Within minutes no one made a sound. More came in the coop and they all gathered in the corner with eyes open and heads tall, ears aimed in my direction. They were listening to the music!!! I photographed them countless times and they did not move. Some of their heads began to lower and I realized that they were so relaxed that they were falling asleep. I could not believe it.
I then decided to put on Glen Gould playing some Bach and they slowly started to wake up and start cleaning their feathers. This was fascinating and could be the start of something. Possibly sitting in more chicken coops hehehe. Who knows.
This is what happens when you have storms hitting the countryside.