I love this little poem! It just conjured up this cute little town of chickens and a tired mother chicken out doing the chores or something aha. Although it's short the language you used really does creates a clear and vivid picture in my mind; phrases such as "brushing hard-earned dust from feathers" and "a basket of fresh strawberries in your tired, wearied beak" are so subtly vivid and really spark the imagination to view this scene in my head.
I also like how the poem seems pretty open to interpretation, allowing the reader to make their own connections and find personal meaning in the words. For example, I kind of saw the basket of strawberries held in the bird's crop to perhaps symbolise the experiences and knowledge they gained on the journey, and that the other chickens will only know once they'd crossed the road themselves. Like someone with more knowledge withholding it from the young so they gain their own experiences.
Overall, I really enjoyed your short, chicken themed poem! Keep writing
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