April is National Poetry Month and I’m enjoying it. In fact, I’m enjoying it so much I had to share this poem, which means so much to me.
Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens by Jack Prelutsky
Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see…
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.
Now, that I’ve published this humorous poem by Jack Prelutsky, I am sure I am going to be bombarded with concerned and distressed comments and emails by those of you who actually believe that I am dreaming of chickens simply because I posted this post. Furthermore, I am certain there will be many of you psychologists out there just dying to analyze that dream as if it were one that I really did dream. It would probably disappoint you to no end to learn that in real life, I’ve never once dreamed of chickens, however, I sometimes dream of flying and I always dream of Tahiti or Australia. Whatever you decide to believe about my existence off blog, is yours to believe. Just understand, it might not be accurate and it might not be anywhere near factual. You’re still welcome to have all the fun with that your little heart and mind desire!