HEN CLUCKS, WEASEL LISTENS
“Peck, peck, cluckery-cloo, peckery-do,”
old moulty hen self-pleased in stray grains
did coughy-cackle in aged loo
of brisk prancy preen over the plains.
Even though droppy combs, bleary eye
topped this old head pointed far out
Old Clucky waddled a two-step, oh my!
dusted up a line dance, bend over and shout!
“Sloockely, moochely, peckety, almost youngedty”
cluckled old Henny to who she cared not,
Not minding a slow slinkety weasely minkedty,
Sniffing her tracks, whistely slurpedty in trot.
“Rude dude, you waggely weasel slink-stink,
“Cockle-peck, trottle-deck I spike thou fluff tail,
“‘Til you lie down, bow crown and blink-blink
“In trolly-holy star now fallen in hale.”
“Wriggle in shame, same slinkedty hair-tail!
“Know you not this ol’ chick out here peckedty just waiting
“Under the foretold star fall, old toll wing sweepy trail,
Means we peckies and sneakies no owe no bail!”
“Oh, Big Mama Hennie, no more peckie, no more scratchie!
“Oh, forsooothy in my toothy, I no more drooly slinky!
“Oh, promisey measy weasy, only wriggledty matchie
“So lookey uppey, Nobley Hennie, in cluckedty blinky!”
Now Hennie and Weasie stretched up necks in gaze
So sparkly in cheer from all the choirs of ages,
So still were Hennie and Weasie they were in daze
Most peaceful, most willing good in humming stages.
Now Mama Hennie and Junior Weasie touched feet
as they marched on under new light
Lifted in joy by chorus so sweet
Forgotten was old game, no more no fight.
“Wait, wait, Mama Hennie: why we actin’ this way?
“Why we not clawin’ and slurpin’ and peckin’ and bleedin’?”
“Hushie uppie, cluckie-chuckie, we put feet in stall.
“We bow and sigh and blink at Baby indeedin.”
granbee 
Dec 16, 2011 @ 08:24:36
I like how you include older words into your poetry! That is often lost in modern poetry.
Dec 17, 2011 @ 02:57:34
So glad you enjoy the “older” words,Antigone! Older words, like older people, often convey more wisdom (hopefully!)
Dec 17, 2011 @ 02:06:23
You never fail to delight me!!Thank you!
Dec 17, 2011 @ 02:58:43
How pleased ’tis I, begorrah, to delight ye, me girl willowdot! Love visiting with you, as well!
Dec 18, 2011 @ 05:38:45
So amazingly musical! There is so much going on here in terms of word choice, pairing, etc. Really great!
Dec 20, 2011 @ 05:03:42
Zum, thank you!!!! I really was shooting for “musical” and “pairing”. I worked this one over with all of that as goals. REALLY appreciate your affirmation of some success in reaching those goals here
Dec 18, 2011 @ 10:10:29
This is just so brilliantly fun, clever and yes, musical! I love all the stanzas, but esp. the last one:
“Wait, wait, Mama Hennie: why we actin’ this way?
“Why we not clawin’ and slurpin’ and peckin’ and bleedin’?”
“Hushie uppie, cluckie-chuckie, we put feet in stall.
“We bow and sigh and blink at Baby indeedin.”
Just wonderful, Rose! 🙂
Dec 20, 2011 @ 05:05:45
Lauren, once again, you are a poet after my own heart! That last stanza was sort of like the light at the end of a curvy tunnel for me the whole time I was even entertaining the concept of this post. I was SO happy when it turned out as musically as it did! Most humble thanks for your wonderfull encouraging feedback here! Merry Christmas and MUCH light and love to you and yours!
Dec 25, 2011 @ 05:03:54
I especially like this one…how enemies can find common ground…or should I say very uncommon heights? This could be an anthem for peace among men too…
Dec 25, 2011 @ 13:46:18
Bardess, I, too, have grown very fond of this twosome. Having grown up with some very ill-natured old yard hens who terrified our largest hunting dogs at the farm, I had no trouble imagining this weasel being “converted” by the old matriarch hen! The more I write, the longer I live, I realize what a rich childhood I was afforded in terms of nurturing creativity and imagination! Then, at the other end of childhood, my first career job out of college was at an enormous USAF base during the Vietnam War. Can you begin to see some of what has gone into my yearning for true peace, harmony, and team building around the globe?