Prompt: Pick an animal; make that animal the title of your poem; then, write a poem.
CHICKENS
The family pet is a precarious
decision, like adopting someone
you know will die before you
and yours.
We could not agree on a dog
or a cat; the former too much
like a third child, the latter yet
another unpredictable in-law.
Guinea pigs were a consideration,
but since we left the Bronx,
willingly taking in a rodent
didn’t make much sense.
Six more months into this
recession and backyard chickens
would fit right in with canned food
and ammo in the basement.
Eggs in the morning, amusement
throughout the day, and when times
get rough, heartbreak is lessened
by a delicious dinnertime memorial.
2009 Poem-A-Day Challenge: The inimitable Robert Brewer — editor of Writer’s Market and Poet’s Market, and proprietor of the wonderful blog, Poetic Asides — is posting a daily prompt and I, along with numerous others, are commiting to write a poem inspired by that prompt.
Every. Day.
Full rules and info can be found here.
