A Poem about a Chicken Eating a Starfish

this is my poem about a chicken eating a starfish. I got a little carried away, i think.(its like 10 stanzas or something)Hope you like it!


A chicken.
Out of place on the
sandy floor.
The beach streching around him,
water
washing up debries:

shells,
seeweed,
starfish.

A chicken
He lifts his head at the pasing people on the shore.
They are looking
at him.
What is a chicken doing on the beach?
Where does he live?
What does he eat?

Shells
Seeweed
Starfish

No.
A chicken cannot eat shells.
He might
but wouldn't like to
eat seeweed,
and who would
ever
eat a starfish?

A chicken.
He walks up to the shells.
He walks up to the seeweed.
He walks up to the starfish.

He pokes his head
into a shell,
comes up with nothing.

The seeweed tastes good,
but is soon gone

He tried to eat the starfish too.
Bumpy.
Slimy.
And hard to fit in his beak.

It doesn't even taste good.
Not like the seeweed.
A starfish
is not something a chicken
can eat.