fowl nest

[tomoffing]

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Cooped in a cubicle, surrounded
by peckers busily bobbing
at the daily scraps and bytes.
Their beady backlit eyes
downcast. Myopic.
The squawkers cluck
through twisted wires.
Their cawing chorus
a great commercial cacophony.
Messageless. Meaningless.
The plucked and preened
plume their windsor-knotted wattles
and parade their wing tips,
crowing cockily of golden eggs
laid for the chief farming officer's audit.
Poor fools don't realise
we're all broilers here.
I too squawk and nibble
but am ever watchful of the latch,
just a flick and a flap to freedom.
Poor fool, oblivious of wings
imperceptibly pinioned
in a flightless room.



Original

I, caged and cooped
among the peckers
busily bobbing
for scraps and bytes

cluckers squawking
through twisted wires
muddling meanings
a screeching cacophony

plucked and preened
parading plumage
cockily crowing
of golden eggs,

nibbling scraps
watching my latch
a flick from freedom
oblivious of wings

imperceptibly pinioned


Rip me apart please folks