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