The chicken is ready to eat.

What feet will

take it there?

It’s own? Anothers? It’s mother’s?

Who cares?

It’s the readiness

that matters

not the possibilities on

either end


nothing depends

on a chicken

unless it is

ready to eat

on its own two feet.

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