Colin didn't know what to write about today so I told him to "think again".

It was then, I remembered I had written a poem many years ago with that title.

As it started with chickens and we are overrun with them I thought it might be worth sharing with you and it is amusing......

So, Colin readily made way for me so, enjoy......

THINK
AGAIN

There’s
been a lot said about chickens lately

And
I can understand why,

Especially
when we can’t get enough sleep

No
matter how much we try.

*

Years ago my garden was a favourite spot.

Stray
chickens really loved my place,

But
they soon decided to scrabble elsewhere

When
my dog Indianna gave chase.

*

Now Indianna wouldn’t hurt a fly.

She’s
so gentle and not known to bite,

But
when these chickens saw her coming

They
very soon took flight.

*

But you know chickens aren’t the nosiest of birds

I’ve
had worse disturbances at night.

For
instance once I was shocked out of my sleep

By
three peacocks lost in flight.

*

They decided to settle on my roof no less.

These
beautiful birds so proud

And
the noise they were making together

No
jackhammer could’ve been as loud.

*

But of course I didn’t know what the commotion was.

I
didn’t even know there were peacocks around

So
I got my flashlight and with my husband

We
went to have a good look around.

*

This is when I got the shock of my life

To
see these peacocks perched so high

On
my housetop and a tin one at that.

They
had settled and refused to fly.

*

But wait! You all haven’t heard anything yet

Just
keep reading and you’ll agree

A
much louder noise than chickens and peacocks

Was
outside my room window tied to a tree.

*

It was the bray of a full-grown donkey

And
you know what a “hee haw” that can be.

I
was shocked, frightened – not to mention mad

To
be awakened in the morning at three!

*

Would you believe someone had tied that donkey there?

For
whatever reason they might give,

And
as stupid as it was I had to laugh at it all,

It was a disturbance I’ll remember as long as I live.

END

PS: Later I found out the donkey had been 'borrowed' for a children's event across the road on Pageant's Beach by the Wharf Restaurant. Dr. Frank McField was the culprit and as it was late he tethered it to a tree on the boundary of my property and was coming back for it in the morning to return it to the owner.

In the meantime my three children thought it would be fun to take the donkey to a house that had a big fenced in grassed yard and have donkey rides and to feed it.

Imagine the shock Dr. Frank had in the morning to find the donkey was gone.

It was only in the evening we heard on the radio the owner was offering a reward for its safe return.

I didn't claim the reward but I gave Dr. Frank some choice words for not telling me and asked him to "think again" if there ever is a next time. We both now laugh about it.