Home to Roost
By Kay RyanThe chickensare circling andblotting out theday. The sun isbright, but thechickens are inthe way. Yes,the sky is darkwith chickens,dense with them.They turn andthen they turnagain. Theseare the chickensyou let looseone at a timeand small-various breeds.Now they havecome hometo roost — allthe same kindat the same speed.
