Chicanery

He took her into his hands
Pressed close to his chest
Caressed her little head
With his firm fingers

She looked at him fondly
Shrunk further into his hands
And rubbed them with its beak
Must be her way of kissing

She thought, “I’m lucky
His looks are so kind
His touch so loving
His is so caring

Isn’t it so fascinating?
A friendship between
A chicken and a human;
The superior being

Still holding her tight
The man walked straight
Into his kitchen

poem by Sathya Narayana
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