A Sense Of Home.....

the chickens in the backyard
are feeding themselves freely
on the corn grits

the hen are checking her chicks
and enfolds all of them with her wings
under the mango tree

the roosters roost up the tree
settling upon a big branch

it is getting dark and a flock of sparrows
arrive and stop to take their own place
on the coconut palms

they're all home now, and then
the silence begins to hover too inside the room.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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