Two Toms and a Hen  

She crosses verdant  
meadow, ignores  
two toms. Colorful  
feathers full-fanned  
to impress her.  

They slowly take turns,  
gliding toward her.  
Duet gabbers serenade,  
rose red wattles aflutter.  

Which one will she  
choose to be her lover?  

Nonchalantly stretches  
long neck, as she passes  
them down dirt road.  

Choose honey choose!  
But she just sashays by  
and they both sadly lose.  

San Diego Poetry Annual 2023-24 

 

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