I could have a chicken cam in the coop
           to see who wakes the flock with the first clucks of dawn
           to watch who nudges whom out of the nest box
           to find out how a hen fights her way
                        to the highest point of the roost  
                                   for the night.
 
But it’s enough to hear the sounds of waking and imagine
           the fluffing of feather frocks
           the early morning chat
           the strut from roost to nest box
           the dreamy gaze as the egg is laid
           the afternoon tea party  
                       with all the girls sharing tales  
                                  of what they think I am up to.

 
From Authorized Visitors (Cherry Grove Collections, 2017).
Used here with permission.