He sat and pondered on his couch
engrossed by such a day
the clock forgot to set itself
and the shadows ran astray
He’d sat enthralled much earlier
inside a chicken coop
grew feathers on his arms and legs
and hollered out a “whoop!”
No chicken soup tonight, he thought
those birds might yell at me
gingerly, of course they would,
but not a guarantee
The plumes were gone but there he sat
in room with critter clocks
Ben was clever, and Ben was glad
to live outside a box.
Painting by CD-W (1 of 3 in my Ben series)
daily word prompt: Gingerly
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 