Phil came home,
Vibrating with excitement
Over how wonderful our old car looks,
Newly detailed.
“Come and see!”
He also mentioned that there was a
Bleeding chicken in the pen,
And another missing,
And a bunch of feathers scattered on the ground.
When I went out, I saw the bleeding chicken,
And the feathers,
And missed sharing in my husband’s excitement.
Later, the missing chicken turned up.
But the missing magic moment
Of mutual celebration
Is gone forever.
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