A little chicken I am
As proud as a peacock
Look at me
Look how pretty my feathers are
How red my crest is
How beautifully I sing
I say
My wings don’t fly
Yet I’m a messenger of morning
I crow
Head held high
I strut about my territory
Guarding it fiercely
Fussing over little things all day long
Easily startled & easily annoyed
I am a chicken little
Yet, God loves me.
Look
How pretty the little chicken is
He says
Feb 13, 2017