The hen with the turquoise tail
and watchful ruby eye
busily bustles about
in no way subtle or shy.
Incredulous, unbelieving,
clucking at all she sees
hustling up and down stairs
with never an if-you-please,
she gathers each mote of gossip
slack-jawed, open-beaked,
around and about the condos
astonished and endlessly piqued.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg photo archives,
and to the D.J. Berg store of whimsy.
