A chicken kinda love.

The only kind I deserve.
The only softness I accept.
I killed a chick once
by ignorance & neglect.
I cried till daybreak
holding its limp body
thinking it's the end of the world.
I'm a chicken mom now
with minimal responsibility.
Just the kind I like
while they still remember me.
But I know they would peck me to death
if they sense I'm a threat.
That's what I like
about my chicken friends.

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