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.
A chicken kinda love.
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