Chicken food

A beautiful pastel pink dawn
On my trip to town to the dentist
Where everything has changed.
X-rays and a follow up appointment.

Sun shining behind drawn blinds.
Bright screen filled with many faces
Mostly listening.

As the day ends, the feed arrives.
Nick and I handball it into the Galaxy
And, at the top of the hill,
Stack it in its customary resting place.

More soup for tea.
Next year’s seed order.
Ticket printing.