With curious eyes
The inquisitive bird
Struts slowly towards its new discovery.
What could it be,
That strange creature,
with fur; and nose placed so queerly?
It just jumped down from my lap,
And is now rounding the coop.
Its tail twists all around,
Like a long, coily snake.
But it’s fuzzy, not smooth,
And has long hairs on its face.
The fowl now stretches its feathered neck,
Blinking as she cautiously reaches.
And quick as a wink,
My young chicken’s beak
Is through the wire—
And pecks the cat’s left ear.
Waxahachie, Texas
