What would you do if you see your chickens running toward the ocean?
Would you yell at them to stop?
Would you run to stop them?
Or,
Would you just wait to see their plan?

I wasn't interested in getting my feet wet;
while my friend was flipping like a tossed coin, half a mile away from where I stood, in the ocean.
"such a power puff boy he is!" I was wondering, trying to stay far from the waves.

And, come the lovely chickens.

"Not in the water, then at least on the land."
Said my classic, natural, motivating self to me;
For unknown reasons, I pulled myself up to save the poor chickens.

"stop ducks!
Oops, chickens.
Stop chickens"
I ran to stop them; a swift wave drenched me in half.
"for the lady of the ducks, ohh chickens." was my patience.

But the fucking chickens stopped and took a turn, and ran behind a few pigeons pecking besides.

"good for you lady that you waited to see if your ducks, aghhh!
chi-fu-ckens possibly committing a mass suicide.
Honestly, among us,
You made the best choice."

© hermit