Home to Roost

The chickens
are circling and
blotting out the   
day. The sun is   
bright, but the   
chickens are in   
the way. Yes,
the sky is dark
with chickens,   
dense with them.
They turn and   
then they turn   
again. These   
are the chickens
you let loose
one at a time
and small—
various breeds.
Now they have   
come home
to roost—all
the same kind
at the same speed.

Kay Ryan, “Home to Roost” from The Niagara River. Copyright © 2005 by Kay Ryan. Reprinted with the permission of Grove/Atlantic, Inc. All rights reserved. Caution: Users are warned that this work is protected under copyright laws and downloading is strictly prohibited. The right to reproduce or transfer the work via any medium must be secured with Grove/Atlantic, Inc.
Source: The Niagara River (Grove/Atlantic Inc., 2005)
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