The hens love mulched leaves.

The storm’s coming when the chickens spread out,
searching for breached worms,
then gather tight between the wind and fence.
Checking the scratched earth,
the squirrels scurry with one eye upward.

Update: This appears in Fiona Robyn and Kaspalita, editors, pay attention: a river of stones, page 77., March 2011.

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