I don't have a poem today, but I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the review of the children's book Poultry Poetry at the blog Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast. Julie Danielson writes,
So, these poems, which never really miss a beat (in more ways than one, though I initially meant in terms of meter), are pure silliness. But what I love is the sort of demented, quirky, even almost dark notes some of them strike (very subtly)[...]
Here is a picture of our own backyard poultry, Fuzzy the Hen, trying to look big and scary and worthy of a poem.