Inspired by my young chicken named Trixie. This poem is for her.

When Trixie walks
Trixie waddles
With Trixie’s own
Wobbling wobbles.

When Trixie sits
She spreads before her
Feathered glory, begging all
To come and worship, come adore her.

When Trixie naps
One eye is open, just a peep
Resourceful Trixie won’t miss her world
So she’s not all the way asleep.

When Trixie drinks
Without a splash, she does it so neatly
And ever gracefully,
And drinks her water still so sweetly.

When Trixie does
Each little thing
She does with charm and beauty and grace
And Trixie’s always smiling.