but I ruined adapted your poem because I wanted to run a photograph of my chickens in the snow. I owe you one.
I'm A Chicken! Who are you? (288a)
I'm A Chicken! Who are you?
Are you — A Chicken — too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't squawk! they'd banish us — you know!
How dreary — to be — Something Else!
How public — like a Dog —
To bark your name — the livelong day —
To an admiring Blog!
On February 12th, the Poetry Friday roundup takes place at the blog I'm Here. I'm Queer. What the Hell Do I Read?
For the "poem" above, I used the version of Emily Dickinson's "I'm Nobody! Who Are You?" in The Oxford Book of American Poetry, edited by David Lehman (Oxford University Press, 2006).