Chicken Wars

Undeniably, chickens — say birds — are fondly creatures. I have made earlier posts about how they can create such beautiful bonds with their keepers. You could argue it is the feeding that gets them closer. Or that it is just in their nature to like people. But something happens around their hatching time that makes them all fiesty. Even the kindest of them all seems to get this deadly wave against everything that ventures into their space, even their kinds. As seen, pets also have this kind of demeanor at birthing; dogs, rabbits, cats, name it. Where their normal habits change. And you could turn out to be a big threat. For the birds, this is mostly evident during feeding — they would want all food to themselves (and the chicks) — and prefer a deadly kind of privacy. Isn’t this a route defense taken too far?

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A narrative poem from Frank Solanki.

Oh, it is excellent to have a giant’s strength, but it is tyrannous to use it as a giant.

William Shakespeare

An elephant told an ant, “You ride on my back all day, even I want to feel what it’s like on someone’s back to lay.” The ant told the elephant, “You stomp on my kind all day; even I would like to stomp and crush all others in my way.”

An Ant And An Elephant

One day you’ll tell

About everything you could ever want to tale
Of a lost past; days that never went so well
About dreary paths that made me so pale
Of the vast travels, leave nothing out I beg
About the faces: places and facets of the trail
We’ve journeyed near and far; ever on tread.

Beleive me, never say never ever…

Shouldn’t have life been spelled treadmill?
And wouldn’t it stop the wheel?
My guess, NO; spinning’s the drill.
Time turns, mind churns, at will

Watching time’s chiming; a writer’s thrill
Writing on ticking builds the skill
Calm, pause pulses; make the kill…
In silent shrines on minting hill

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