When chickens cry
I cannot eat
A single bit
Of chicken meat,
And though I’m not
A herbivore
I find that I
Eat salads more,
Avoiding ones
With chicken eggs
That lay beneath
Two little legs
As they remind
Me of the way
That they were sat
On night and day
By chickens who
Once clucked with pride,
Not knowing that
They would be fried
Or scrambled once
Eggshells were cracked,
I state this simply
As a fact.
But once you see
A chicken cry
You’ll ask yourself
The question why,
Why you can’t find
Another source
Of protein grams
For every course.
And even though
They’ll never be
Set free from farms
Or factories,
When chickens lay
So many tears,
Like eggs, they’re more
Than they appear.
Note: This is the influence of Gigi’s wonderful chicken drawings.
Reowr 
Bravo. 🙂
Now, I am hungry. (hahaha. just kidding)
It’s a good thing I know what a wonderful sense of humor you have. 😉
I am really impressed how you can turn a simple idea into a flowing poem. The beauty of it is its simplicity and cadence. 🙂
Don’t mind my humor. Sometimes, I’m serious, too.
Just wonderful !
Haha thanks, glad you liked it! 🙂
It made me laugh out loud- and at the end I clapped. Accept a round of applause.
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This is so funny- so clever.
Ah…and when you look into the eyes
of lowing cows within their biars
or the dainty feet of baby sheep
what of the piglets as they sleep…
Although I think that fish can’t cry
unless they send out algae dry
I wonder too if they have tears
and what the nets do for their fears.
Ah…but what then of the lovely flowers
who’ve passed their days indeed their hours
growing seeds because they know
that future flowers soon will grow?
Can I think here of a tomato or a squash
unless my cheeks soon be awash
with flowing tears of inappeitence
alas eating has become a cause of penance!
Loved your poem…I really did, but was inspired by years of friendly vegans to write this reply…
Alas! Why did you have to dig
Much deeper down this little gig
For now you see the problem lies
In how to live without demise
Of something living, plant or fish,
To place upon your supper dish.
When everything is one and whole,
So many parts in one big soul,
All life and death are also one,
And where there’s death, in life it’s spun.
I see now my dear Cubby Kitty
that your poem, this lovely ditty,
was made to make us smile
but how could I let it pass, while,
many would use it as a reply
on this I’m sure you can’t deny
to impose their idealogical choices
with their loud cocophonic voices!
We are all one soul indeed
living off flesh, flower and seed
it’s only when humans use their brains
for silly problems that in truth disdains
logic and understanding of life
that people are capable of making strife
and take away our appetite.
What an absolutely delightful reply! I love getting these poetic responses. So beautifully written too!
I love it too…I miss Geo San 😦 he always answers in verse!
Would you mind if I use your poem and our exchanges for a post I want to do?
You are correct, my dear Bastet,
My poem indeed was made to set
A smile upon your lovely face,
But you have also caught the trace
Of roots beyond the surface screen,
And that is why you are my Queen.
Of course you may use this exchange in a post, minus this little one perhaps as it may come across a little sycophantic to people who do not understand our devotee-goddess relationship…not that it really matters lol. 😀
I’ll send you the feedback so you can read it before I post it and yes, you’re probably correct, alas oh sigh for the world that we live in is strange and sad at times 😉
Ah, no need for that. I trust you will edit out any swears or overly offensive language. 😉
That always…I may use the stuff at times, but never on my blog, not necessary! 🙂
Such a beautiful,melodic little gem of a poem, but I really try to stay away from this tematic, in order not to boycot food entirely 😛
Lol yes, boycotting food entirely would not be very wise. 🙂
“When chickens lay
So many tears,
Like eggs, they’re more
Than they appear.”
TRUEST WORDS EVER!!!
Beautiful poem. totally enjoyed it.
I’m so glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
Great writing!
Much appreciated! 🙂
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Love your poem!
Thank you kindly! 🙂
Excellent poem!
Thank you kindly! 🙂
I love this so very much. And, truthful, chickens are tortured and forced to live under horrifying conditions. No one should have to endure the horrific life chickens live. It’s inhumane and cruel beyond belief. There is something wrong with human beings because no one should be able to do those things. If a kid tortures an animal there’s something wrong with him but when men torture millions of animals it’s just life. Sick. Really sick. 😦 So thank you for the chicken poem and they scream as they weep.
Your chicken drawings have made me much more sympathetic to chickens. All life deserves to be treated with respect, and your wonderful blog and comments are a constant reminder of this simple truth. 🙂
What to eat? Having fish and chips tonight just so’s I don’t have to cook. That’s the problem. Finding things to eat that have not been punished for being alive. Unfortunately, organic choices can be very expensive and not necessarily truthfully organic. Hell, a few months ago we were quite possibly eating horse without knowing it. Rogue suppliers and big time liars. A horse! I love horses. I suppose it also depends on where you come from. People do eat all sorts of wondrous foods that I know I couldn’t.
See? Your poetry always gets me thinking. (I’m still going to have my fish and chips.) 🙂 x
I love seafood. Somehow eating fish and other seafood doesn’t feel as bad as eating land animals. I like eating chicken too, but if I saw one crying, I would go cold turkey. It’s no wonder Dr. Dolittle was a vegetarian.
My fussy eater used to ask, when presented with meat on his plate, ‘Did that used to have a face?’ I tried to avoid answering!x
I love it! Your cry series is quite strange.. I appreciate abnormal things 🙂
Haha abnormal…thanks, I take that as a compliment! 🙂
You’re a great poet, Cubby. This touched my heart. Granny doesn’t eat any chicks, she can’t live with herself if she did. Pawkisses 🙂
Ooo, I love paw kisses! They make my whiskers twitch with delight. So glad you liked the poem. 🙂
Tremendous.
Many thanks! 🙂
Well, I like this better than “When Crocodiles Cry”…..much more sympathetic creatures. However, I am NOT giving up chicken!
Yes, chickens are definitely easier to be sympathetic towards than crocodiles…something about a creature than can tear you up like beef jerky makes me less inclined towards feelings of sympathy. But I’m not giving up on chicken either…not completely, anyways.
Also, fun fact: crocodile tastes like chicken (and yes, I am speaking from experience).
If crocodiles taste like chickens, they should be on the menu more. I would order crocs over chickens.
I LOVE this poem! I hope you come visit my blog tomorrow. My post is why we eat meat. I think I will link to your poem if you don’t mind.
I would be honored if you linked my poem. You have the cutest furry family, and I can see myself visiting your blog very often. 🙂
I’m fine with eating chicken but also not immune to your sentiment. I was driving behind a truck that was full of the little things, and that seemed like a pretty miserable existence. I must admit I felt a bit guilty. That being said those defenseless little creatures only exist because they’ve been bread for human consumption. Still that’s a sucky, painful existence.
You sum it up perfectly…a sucky, painful existence indeed.
A defenseless little chicken, I can not give up the taste of a good roast chook and spud.
Chook…I just learned a new Australian slang word. Thank you! 😀
I was going to say, I feel like a cheese omelete but I won’t….I sprinkle my Hemp Seeds on yogurts, cereal and salads every day:)
You sound like a very healthy eater! I eat a lot of almonds and granola bars. Yogurts and salads sound a heck of a lot better. 🙂
{clears throat} I also eat poutine silly, I moved back to Quebec…can’t resist the cheese of all kinds…the smellier the best.
I haven’t had a poutine in such a long time. Last place I had one was at New York Fries in a food court years ago.
This is why I prefer free range chicken (and their eggs).
Yeah, that would be the way to go if you can afford to go that route.
Eggs are merely chicken poop,
specifically laid inside their coop
When they see you eat
what was between their feet
they merely holler and whoop.
Just because their eggs will pass
Through a hole that can make gas,
There are two separate ducts inside
For eggs to slip and poo to slide,
So though one exit is to blame,
Assuredly they’re not the same!
BWAAAHHAAA
Oh snap! You got me. *high fives you* Oh wait….
Honestly I think the chickens have bested us,
their offspring seemingly taken with no fuss,
when in reality you see
if their kind were all born free
the chickens would be on welfare plus…
Haha nice! 🙂
Nice!
Thanks! 🙂
You are welcome!
Thank you for standing up for the chickens. I became a vegetarian because of the brutality in the meat, fowl, and seafood industry. Your gentle reminder is less brutal than my sledgehammer….. Great writing and good Blessings, Stubbs 🙂
Words can make people think, but sledgehammers can make people think much harder!
🙂
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A gentle reminder in the fight to end the cruelty in the meat industry.
Oh I like chicken, feathery and all. But honestly I love them fried or cooked too. I just try not to think of the two at the same time 🙂
You sound like a very practical fellow. Guilt is not a condiment that makes food taste better. Gratitude, however, tends to enhance the flavors of any meal. 🙂
Ummn…food for thought really
“When chickens lay
So many tears,
Like eggs, they’re more
Than they appear.”
Love these lines! If I had to choose a last meal, it would be fried chicken and mashed potatoes with home-made gravy (cooked by my Mom, of course)! … I’m very carnivorous.
LOL fried chicken and mashed potatoes…I would want my last meal to be a buffet of delectable desserts. 🙂
Me want chicken
lol 😛
Cubby dear so glad to see you join in the chicken craze and what a wonderful exchange going on here! I was going to reply in poetic form but I can’t as I lost it at your 2 ducts comment! ::wiping tears from laughter::
Hehe yes, who knew 1 chicken could have 2 ducts. Quack! 😛
I really like this poem. It has a good beat to it, a good theme, and is true… Well done!
Many thanks! Glad you liked it! 🙂
A great poem in every way. Admire the sentiment.
Thank you for your kind words. 🙂