Spring in the garden brings hope.
Hope: chickens hunting and ranging around.
Around the corner, contented chickens dust-bathe.
Dust-bathing on their sides, wings stretched.
Stretched and reaching, claws scratch, kick.
Kicking up a dust-storm, dirt flying.
Flying: furious flapping at zero elevation.
Elevation: dinosaurs evolved, tiny backyard raptors.
This is such a fun structure! You created such vivid images in my mind using 6-word lines. The way you used the last word of the line as the first word of the next line strung the lines together into a strong piece!
ReplyDeleteThe way you wove together several six word memoirs is quite impressive. That last line is brilliant. I know so many folks who adopted chickens during Covid. Your blog is delightful.
ReplyDeleteWonderful.
ReplyDeletefurious flapping at zero elevation made me smile. Thanks for this! Sure do love chickens :)
ReplyDeleteAlways love the six word memoirs...
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery. How many fr'hens do you have?
ReplyDeleteLove this!My class raises chickens... I will have to share your post tomorrow.
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