The Tale of Two Beings

On a dusty bench,
in a dusty barn,
sat a city kid,
trying to coax the chicken closer.

He wanted a good look
at her beautiful feathers,
awkward feet,
and unwavering eyes.

His hand outstretched,
pulled away from his body by Hope,
willing the tentative chicken closer,
for just one second.

The city kid is just barely out of reach.
But with one sudden move,
the cautious bird runs off.
And it all strikes me as funny:

how you're so much like that city kid.
And I am just a chicken.