Several members of the Poetry Club and their poems…

The Poetry Slam is always one of the highlights of any party at The Coop.  Yesterday’s Slam was no exception.  Several poems are below.

Please know that starting yesterday morning, the names of turkeys who were killed and eaten, were read, until midnight.  The names were read by four turkeys and seven chicklets, at the same time, because there were so many names to say.  A Bell was run, at intervals, during the reading, to send their souls to where all birds go after death.  It was Beth’s idea to ring the bell.

Here are a few of the many poems read last night:

From:  Spike

I am a Guinea Pig
and I’m grateful for all of you
and The Coop
I’m grateful for being safe
and treated with respect
and kindness

From:  Gezelle

I think butterflies
are beautiful
and we should
plant more flowers
they like

From:  Arnold

Ducks need clean water
if they are to survive
humans are destroying
my home
the water
at The Coop
is fresh and clean
because it’s filled
with love

From:  Nan

Baby chcklets
are so much fun
their tiny peeps
make me happy

From:  Bluebell

turkeys are fun
they make wonderful friends
they are kind
and generous
and they are pretty
I wish humans
would stop killing birds

From: Min

I am grateful that I’m a chicklet
I am grateful for my family and friends
I am grateful for fun
I am grateful for The Coop
I am grateful that we can rescue others
I am grateful for love
Most of all
I’m grateful that I’m not a human
because they don’t have hearts

From: Thomas

I speak for my kind
we are born
to be slaughtered
and eaten
by cruel beings
who care nothing
for the suffering
of other living beings
when the killing stops
I will be grateful that
until the dying is over
I am grateful for the chicklets
and their kind hearts
that are always open
and filled with love

All the members of the Poetry Club read several poems.  Many others, as well as many guests, also recited poetry.   The hedgehog spoke to habitat destruction and climate change.  Two horses read poems about the last of their wild kindred.  Everyone is concerned about what the humans are doing to the earth and to the plants and animals who are left.

The small wagon of baby chicklets was there simply to get them used to being on the stage.  They will be performing at the Chickmas Party.  They had a very good time and fell asleep the minute they were back in the nursery.

All of the guests are staying at The Coop until New Years.  They are needed to care for the wounded and help with the party.  Some of them are being temporarily attached to the Committees so they will know exactly what to do.  The Construction Committee is building another barn, since there are even more guests coming for Chickmas and they are running out of room.  Everything is wonderful, because the chicklets believe, the more the merrier.


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11 Responses to Several members of the Poetry Club and their poems…

  1. I love that the Chicklets are out in force promoting love and care for all creatures. I raise my protest sign to them…such a wonderful poetry slam, truly beautiful.

  2. Rivera says:

    Truly.. TRULY (you are) AMAZING..!!

  3. Resa says:

    This is a wonderful poetry read!
    However, I am saddened by all of the Foul/Fowel slaughter.
    It is dizzying. Nonetheless, in memory of my long ago pet turkey, Turkey, I embrace this Chicklets version of celebrating Thanksgiving.
    It was many years until I realized my dad lied when he said that the skunks ate Turkey.
    Love to all at the Coop!

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