The Jungle Fowl

I hear a quiet rustle,
and a gentle scratching sound
The bush before me quivers,
a few leaves fall to the ground.

'What creature could be moving,
among the ferns and clover?'
'What lurks beneath the shady elm?'
Are questions i mull over.


A sudden flash of feathers,
a small beady little eye,
and then pops out a chicken
with a startled chicken cry.

Nine chickens then surround me,
wondering if some food will come.
They quickly find, however
that I haven't got a crumb.

With indignant clucking,
the chickens all turn 'round
they march back to the jungle,
leaving feathers on the ground.