The Chicken With A Fighting Spirit
It was many years ago. We attempted to keep a chicken as a pet. Though we would have loved a quiet, dignified looking chicken strutting her stuff in our ample garden, thinking she would feel lucky, she turned out to be a renegade.
Being happy was not her game.
Coco was her name. The days ahead were filled with chaos
She would not get along with the cats and the dog at home.
When thirsty and hungry or moody,
She struck by repeatedly turning over the water bowls
Once boundaries were opened
She became the fierce disperser of cat sand
The indiscriminate territorial marker
Flying over the neighbour’s fence even scaring their dog
A defiant Lone Ranger, never once stopped to sniff at the plants nor the flowers nor peck at the worms
A true blue free range chicken in a wrong location.
With such a domestic animal, it
sounded like a whole lot of baloney when I had to tell my friend that we could not meet because I had chicken trouble.
