I am scrabbling for a word
To describe the noise of chickens
Scrabbling in the garden
It isn’t rustling
The leaves above are doing that
Rustle is a high pitched word
I need a lower pitch
Mustle, grustle
Tustle is what one hen is doing with a worm
Now there’s a sudden outbreak of snail football
The snail always loses
It’s life
On this sunny afternoon
Maybe it’s scrabbling after all
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Flockdown has ended here in England, my hens can now roam across the garden once more!