“Try your own version of the a poem that takes as its starting point the chicken riddle. Use the opening question to enter the chicken universe.”
-Kim Addonizio, “Ordinary Genius”
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Is that the preferred form of poultry suicide?
Or is it it called poultricide?
I suppose guns are too big
Most everything else takes opposable thumbs
And maybe the cat couldn’t be found
The well was covered
And bird flu is more of a human thing.
The only choice left
Cross the Road
Or maybe she was crossing to reach a glimmer of hope.