a little poem for the rescued chick
A Poem a Day
National Poetry Month
It is a myth that birds smell our fingers.
Chickens can't sense Carolina Reapers.
Menagerie of rescue pets lingers,
Turtles, frogs, & pygmy goats are keepers.
Every time my daughter calls out for help
The dogs know to share room and never yelp.
Caroline Gerardo copyright April 2018
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