Saturday, January 10, 2026

chick 7

I'm walking to the bus stop 
cutting across the green

listing in my head 
the things I plan to do at work

when a small movement by a tree catches my eye - 

a chick 
round brown perfection

I tremble to see it, 
so close, alone,

pecking unaware 
of me, my camera

I take in the arc of its yellow beak,
the black mask across its eyes,

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

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

each with four tender claws
I can almost feel walking in my hand,

but it is earth that holds it, 
not I

Stay safe, I pray
Stay safe little one

When I finally walk off 
I spot the family, 

a good fifty meters away, 
red junglefowl rooster, hen,

two chicks darting in between their feet
scraping at the ground together, pecking 

I want to shout
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 on his own
in a foreign airport, entranced by donuts

The moment hangs in the air
like the seconds before chaos

high-pitched cheeping
feet pattering

wings flapping
hearts hammering

choking on unspeakable fears 

Stay safe little one
Stay safe

Status update 

A week laterI walk the same path

Hear a red rooster crowing
See a brown hen by its side scratching 

No chicks in sight 

Let this be a new, dating couple 
Not the parents I saw last week

Whose three chicks may be safe 
still under their wings

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