Chickens 'talk' about the closeted rooster.
******************

Chickens in the coop
cackled, egged me on …
no yoke about it.
”My white shell was thin
have had none … since when.”

”Naďve,” a chick chirps,
”fowl---closeted---burst.”
”Don’t want to get ‘et.”
The cock-of-the-walk
flaps feathers … all talk.

No clucking abounds--
hens don’t jump up, down.
I think there’s a clause
that hens share a mate,
lay eggs after dates.

Small chicks once were cool,
now egg-beaters rule.
Those hens, cheated, all fools.
Now they’re frozen, boxed,
but that cock still rocks.