The Bantam's Roost

With Bantam chickens being an all-time favorite around here, this poem was written describing their reluctance to return to the coop for the winter night. Instead their adventures led them to try roosting high in the tree grapevines.

" The Bantam's Roost "

Two bantam hens with combs of red
on trailing grapevines make their bed
feathers fluff when chill winds blow
but still, high in the trees they go

Sitting regal like two kings, with ermine wings
looking down on common things
toes tucked under chests of down
surveying everything around, all mere mortals on the ground

Feathers black and beak of gray
what is it you think all day?
Now dusk is walking down the road
and you two roost where grapes were sowed

When golden days they turn to ice, will that grapevine suffice?
With icycles of crystalled glass, will all your toes hold firmly fast?
Oh, two black bantam's wild and free,
may you keep warm in winter's tree