the chickens were missing
they could not be found
we wondered whether
they were eaten by a hound
my daddy asked me not to worry
my mummy asked me to go to sleep
in the morning
i was like little bo-peep
into the dark shed
i decided to go
in the corner
i saw two beads glow
i ran to tell my tale
wanting the brilliant beads i had seen
my mummy turned pale
knowing what could have been
into a big sack
went the green and black python
tired and slow
after the chicken eating marathon
oh my gosh
it could have been little me
i am alive
fifty summers old and free
note: when i was four my chickens got eaten by a python in malaysia…i went looking for them and saw two shining beads in my backyard shed…soon the phython was captured and taken away…46 years later, i can remember that morning vividly…
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