Chicken in Chicago

I was walking home from the train this evening, when I ran into a neighbor.

She was walking her big poodle, and she told me there was a loose chicken. Her dog had wanted it for dinner.

Her husband was also walking from the train, and she showed us where to look. Yep. A golden-brown hen.

The man of the house came out, and I introduced myself. He said she lays an egg a day - a free range egg, since the hen has the run of the backyard. Periodically she flaps her clipped wings enough to escape. And that's why we saw her tonight.

so much depends
upon

a free range
chicken

there by the
lawn

scratchin' and
pickin'