High time for chicken haiku
You’ve got to love haiku. They’re simple, elegant, and with a little direction, anyone can do them—kinda like our coops!
I’ve started a thread on our Facebook page (you don’t need an account to view it) where you can read and try your hand at chicken haiku poetry.
Haiku are irresistible. You say any random thing in 3 lines and a 5-7-5 syllable pattern, and it sounds. . . profound. (Of course, if you want to get advanced about it, read up on haiku here.)
Here’s a haiku I wrote about haiku:
That’s it. Just three lines.
They don’t even have to rhyme
Okay if they do
Here’s another:
Five syllables first
Seven in the second line
Then five in the third
Now a few haiku about chickens to get the juices flowing:
She clucked at seven
It just barely woke me up
I’m in sleep heaven
We saw one raccoon
Then after we built our coop
He didn’t come back
Pinky we named her
Then one day, her toe broke off
Yes, her pinky toe
Your turn. Show us what you’ve got! You can submit your haiku as a comment to this post, or visit the Chicken Haiku thread on our Facebook page.
Give it a go. You’re bound to do better than what I came up with.
20 thoughts on “High time for chicken haiku”
Roosters evolved from
Some mean dinosaurs I think
Look at those talons
Got me a new hen
Black and white like a panda
I call her Shanda
My ducks are quacking
And the darn dogs are barking
Hope the hens are good
chicken chicken hi
how are you doing chicken
cockle doodle dooooo
chicken chicken hi
how are you doing chicken
chicken chicken bye
once I had five roosters
now just one will never be
enough music
Struggle, fight, kick, peck
Straining body, spirit, neck
Break free from your shell
Chicken. Road. What to do?
The crossing is within, yes?
So there is no why.
It’s been a long while
Since I’ve written a haiku
Cock-a-doodle-doooooooooo
bok bok, cluck cluck
I’m a chicken not a duck.
quack quack
Roll a scooby snack.
…
Still not a duck.
We all have rights, right?
Hens and roosters want the same.
Chickenrights.com
My roosters wake me
My sheep help me sleep. Why oh
why do i need hens?
Feathers or not, brrrr
It’s fifteen below out here
Deep fry me soon, please!
People always ask
Chicken, what’s your sell by date?
I say, ask the eggs.
thank god for feathers
Bandit’s kept me warm back then
Bandit was my friend
the rooster and hen
do enjoy life together
hence the egg stupid
Smoked a chicken once
Didn’t like it very well,
feathers made me choke
White hens are great pets
don’t fret, if you bury one
brown it will become
i once liked chickens
then really got to know one
now i love chickens
The white chicken glows
like an altar candle. Time
has forgotten me.
Elaine Campbell