T-Rex Eyes

I'm not a chick magnet.
I have a chick magnet, however.


A tin plate full of slugs
picked from my plants
 and porch and walk... it's been a wet year.


And I take my glistening,
cobweb trails of slow escapes
back to the hen yard.


The first chick finds my gooey bounty
and cannot keep it to herself.
Beak full, she mufflechirps
and hops
and jumps
for joy.


And suddenly
I have a plate full of gobbling fluff,
chasing and swallowing simultaneous
and then they turn T-Rex eyes
     on my toes.


July 18/2010