Thursday, January 8, 2026

chick 3

I'm walking to the bus stop 
from the train station, 

cutting across a green corridor 
in the city centre 

when a small movement by a tree catches my eye - 

A chick,
round brown perfection 

pecking all by itself,
no bustling mama in sight.

I tremble to see it, 
so close, alone,

sauntering unaware 
of me, my phone, my camera.

I take in 
the arc of its yellow beak,

the brown, black feathers overlapping
cupping the bird like two warm palms

as it picks up a morsel, swallows, 
and turns on delicate twigs 

each with three tender claws
that I can almost feel walking in my hand.

But it is earth that holds it, 
not I who can only hold it in my gaze.

Stay safe, I pray
Stay safe little one.

When I finally walk off 
I spot the family, 

a good 50 meters away, 
red jungle fowl rooster, hen

two chicks darting between their feet
pecking diligently 

My eyes yell
don't lose him,

now unseen in the grass,
just because he tends to get lost 

in his own thoughts, 
following a tune we cannot hear

like my son
wandering off alone

In a strange airport,
entranced by donuts

I slip away 
from the stolen moment

seeing, hearing in my mind's eye 
the panic

high pitched cheeping
hearts hammering

fear bellowing 
Feet thundering

through the arrival hall
choking on unspeakable fears 

Stay safe little one
Stay safe

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