Wings stretch wide,
feet shuffle in time with the music,
tails bobbing, feathers catching the light.
The barnyard becomes a stage,
a festival of clucks and laughter,
where every jump and spin
feels like flying without leaving the ground.
Hands clap, children cheer,
the world shrinks to the rhythm of joy,
and for a moment, everyone
is a chicken,
dancing, unashamed, alive.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Happy National Dance Like a Chicken Day!!!!
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This poem is a snap shot in time and place set in an image. Well done Matthew
Matthew, this has the energy of a tiny barnyard festival where everyone finally stops caring how they look and just joins the rhythm 🤣 The ending lands beautifully because it turns the dancing chickens into something oddly freeing and universal. Wonderful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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