Young Writers Society

Strolling through my grandmother's yard

I met a chicken.
This was not any ordinary chicken though,
He had a name: Perseus, Mr. Perseus.

Mr. Perseus was one hell of a chicken.
He walked proudly, behind him,
All the female chickens histerically yelled
Love declarations.

He wore his bright red comb
Following the recent fashion changes.
His feather suit was also
Designer made.

Watching him I could clearly say
That this chicken was quite narcissistic.
Every 3 minutes, after circling the yard perimeter,
He would go to the water district.

There, in the clean surface,
Perseus would watch carefully.
Then after exactly 39 seconds
He would shout with immense satisfaction.

That was Perseus.
The most beautiful chicken that ever lived
In my grandmother's yard.
Now he is the tastiest !