Brood by Maggie Devers

Brood

Maggie Devers

The three hens at my daughter’s school
Are oblivious to egg prices
Concerned with lunch scraps
And the stray termite
And their stair perch when the sun dips low

I wonder how they spend evenings and weekends
If they miss the sound of childsong
Or the Sunday scaries set in

I imagine they commune with their comrades
Offer jokes and such for trade
My daughter assures me chickens dislike the mud
And I'm inclined to believe her

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