was in awe
She didn't understand what was standing before her
A holy fear welled up inside her
Look at his size
Look at his socks
Look at his horns
No no no
He is not to be trusted
Not a feather on his body only fur
He is not to be trusted
Here she was feeling broken
Here was chicken all alone
Having been left behind
By those who should have cared
Here was chicken unarmed
In the face of a giant
Not a rifle
Not a stick
Not a dagger
Chicken was left to her inner source
Her faith
Her hope
Her tears
She quickly realized
She had to survive in the face of this giant
She honed into her inner source
And there she found ways
And survive she did
© gillena cox 2025
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I enjoyed the running thoughts of "Chicken", and he wasn't so "chicken" after all.
ReplyDelete🙂 thanks for your appreciation, Mish
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Clever chicken. This has the makings of a longer story. Hope you expand it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation, Petru
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Love the storyline and character of the chicken.
ReplyDeletethanks for your appreciation, Grace
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"and survive she did" - love it!
ReplyDeletethanks for your appreciation, Kim G
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A beautiful story, Gillena. Smart Chicken!
ReplyDeletethanks for your appreciation, Dwight
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Is this that same giant we are all facing, perhaps?
ReplyDeleteI'm glad chicken found her inner strength and survived! 💙
ReplyDeleteHeartwarming.... and a lovely ai image
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