After watching a post-apocalypse movie
your husband panicked,
planted a survivor's garden
built a chicken coop
and filled it with a clucking chicken.
The garden bloomed one spring
then shriveled under the
blazing Florida sun.
The remains blew away with
the pine needles of the fall.
But, the chicken coop still stands
and your children love to sprinkle
corn like confetti on the lawn.
Your oldest daughter
who has the same sense of humor
as her father, named him Nugget.
When the horsemen come riding through town
she will be the first to heat the oil
in the fryer.