Chickens
I like the chickens in the barnyard ‘ Cause they seem happy , and excited , and my presence , they disregard These anxious , colorful members of the avian species without the prowess of exceptional flying power Flirt and fight and rush to the feeder As though they will be sent to the gallows soon to devour .
I stand and smile as they run and play and the roosters attempt to procreate They make me ponder as I watch them violate The societal rules that we live by , ‘ Cause they know that the society of chickens can annihilate Those restrictive ways ; and rules , can be eliminated with a poof and a sigh . The morning sun provides the energy , To unleash the desire , that was cooped up in the dark dormitory , For a morning foray . by TIMIR BANERJEE , MD
I often wonder if the green layers would mate with their yellow counterparts Then we could have blue eggs in their laying quarters .
The color consortium of the ground of the “ egg plant ,” Resembles the display of spices At the markets of Marrakesh or the Chandni Chowk in distant lands , Or the colorful chickens Of the Terrace at Fittleworth at Sussex by Waite . I am reminded of the Holi festival , When children throw paint at each other in innocent play that is filled with laughter and sweat .
So I walk in their night quarters To look at the Creamy Legbars The British bird soldiers , that resulted from mating the Plymouth Rock and Golden Leghorns . They are quick and fierce against predators that can hide in the barn .
It is a noisy bazaar Filled with cacophony of different achar Like mixing paneer with hot Ro-tel The peacocks at a distance are yelling “ help me ,” “ help me .” The donkeys braying loudly demanding grain with their hay The roosters screaming in excitement And the layers are praying loudly “ mama mia ,” as though the anesthetic has worn off early before the final act of delivery But I can imagine hearing Beverly Sills singing as Violetta in La Traviata with my eyes closed . That is the power of Mahamudra .
I watch the Favaucanas that lay green eggs The Wyandotte and Americaunas that are proud to lay chocolate ouevos The Bantams are prancing wearing colorful hats
I check the Leghorns to see what they created during the night under their feather . I am the seeker , Of eggs where oocyanin creates the color blue . But I am really curious to see if the blue layers had mated with the brown layers to have created some eggs with green hue .
Soon I fill my egg carton with an array of colorful merchandise . I leave my friends , thanking for the produce made with their dyes . I wish them well and feed them corn and grain . They know that I will be back again For the products of their parturition . Our transactional relationship of their feed for my satisfaction ,
And to meet my pecuniary obligation .
34 LOUISVILLE MEDICINE