Slouch Fowl

I sit fat as a hen with egg
Thinking of the day that’s in it...
Of the habitual chores that glare around the house
Prodding me to do.

Do ...DO ...they say..
Shake dusters , sweep...clean your life away
Be grateful
You slouch fowl with rumpy soul

Be grateful for every
Monotonous and tedious day...

I am ..I am I say...knowing that it is not true.

Kristine Byrne 14th Sept. 2012