Every living thing has the right to live in peace

Every living thing has the right to live in peace

Chickens for peace

Blogger pndrgn99 was kind enough to write this wonderful poem for the above picture.

Hubert had a different mien
Than other chickens do
He did not squawk and flap his wings
And found it rather crude.

Hubert watched the morning sun
Rise over fields of corn
He never pondered what it was
Just quietly grew warm.

He watched the forest and the fields,
the Eagle and the Deer,
and neither Fox nor Fisher Cat
had ever brought him fear.

He learned the foxes wiley ways
And watched all things to see
Then took a correspondence course
In chi-kan style Tai Chi.

He vanished chicken ninja style
Whenever danger grew
And lived to be both wise and old
And never rendered stew.

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24 Responses to Every living thing has the right to live in peace

  1. Love this! Made my day ;))

  2. Cubby says:

    Ah, I don’t feel so bad about summer ending now. Your pictures have the same effect as the sun in the way they warm my heart.

  3. darling, great message!

  4. Thank you….you can always make me smile no matter how dark a mood I’m in 🙂

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  6. grahamatlinc says:

    Live and let live with anybody willing to do the same. Restrain the rest, they are all the trouble in the world.

    Good post. Roll on

  7. pndrgn99 says:

    Originally dropped by your site to say thank you for reading my poem alone.
    In the meantime I totally fell in love with chickens for peace and I’m sharing it with everybody I know, we all love it. thanks,
    Alex

    • Thank you so much. I’m happy that you like it. The chicken’s have evolved into a “thing,” which is something I never expected…believe me. 🙂

      • pndrgn99 says:

        Hubert had a different mien
        Than other chickens do
        He did not squawk and flap his wings
        And found it rather crude.

        Hubert watched the morning sun
        Rise over fields of corn
        He never pondered what it was
        Just quietly grew warm.

        He watched the forest and the fields,
        the Eagle and the Deer,
        and neither Fox nor Fisher Cat
        had ever brought him fear.

        He learned the foxes wiley ways
        And watched all things to see
        Then took a correspondence course
        In chi-kan style Tai Chi.

        He vanished chicken ninja style
        Whenever danger grew
        And lived to be both wise and old
        And never rendered stew.

  8. How perfect:) I’m putting in under the picture. Thank you so very, very much. What fun.

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