Hen

In a tempestuous world,
Her mind is blissfully still.

She accepts what comes.
A scattering of seed.
Dried worms, her favorite!
A mouthful of dirt?

Her worries don't linger.
A fox in the hen house!
Chased away by the hound!
Quickly forgotten...

She enjoys each moment effortlessly.
Clucking alongside her companions in a soft symphony.

I sit and listen to the hens.
I watch them enjoy the moment.
For a minute my worries fade away.

My mind is blissfully still,
In a tempestuous world.