Chickens are not bright, not quick, not smart. Yet they have a message for us, as most animals do.

There is a time,

To stop. To turn off the machines, turn away from the messages. To stop fearing your life.

And hear your life.

To build a boundary, a barrier, between the day and the night.

Between work and our time. Our spark, our story.

Between anger and worry.

And argument and hurt.

Between their news and your news.

That is the message of these simple creatures.

There is a transition between that time and this time.

A time to find our resting place, and close our eyes, and

hear ourselves think and be.

Our time.