EAGER to eat, the chickens crowd ROUND. Watching, we laugh to the point of a SNORT or two. Indeed their ridiculous behavior makes it hard to FROWN. We point at the BROWN hen, who has a topknot that looks like a CROWN. We decide then and there that she wins, and we anoint her “chicken of the day.” Thus begins the new household tradition, instead of “happy hour,” we are going to have “hen hour,” guaranteed to cheer anyone up within five minutes.

Georg’ann

Princess PEACH Velvet Star
left a trail of raw oatmeal
on early morning adventures.
Her mother would SCOLD
to no avail. CROWN askew
and satin gown tattered,
this rosy cheeked royalty
was a messy explorer
perfectly ensconced
the realm of her own making.

Heather