Black Chicken

For some reason, I have been thinking about my grandfather a lot lately. Here’s a poem that I wrote while in undergrad for a class that pretty much sums up our relationship. Enjoy!

Remember that time when you took me as a little girl

To Mr. and Mrs. Smalls’ house and they had cooked all that food?

They asked me if I wanted seconds and I asked if I could have

Some more of that black chicken.

You all laughed.

Years later

I found out that the black chicken

Was really

Raccoon.