Playtime

sunday evening
The black dog played
with the chicken

Taking turns, chasing, laughing
Scratching, hugging, leaping
Like cute drunken lovers

Around trees, over pans and bushes
Under grandpa's grounded Chevy
Around a corner, then out of sight

The dog emerged in a cloud
Of feathers; strutting, smiling
The chicken shrieking, dangling

Playtime was over