when
there
is
nothing
to
pen
why
scratch
head
like
a
hen
scratching
ground
that
has
no
worm
making
her
poetic
cluck
cluck
and
cluck
sleep
and
if
woken
by
a
hen-pen
early
tomorrow
words
will
flow
from
pen
as
eggs
from
hen
henry victor 11.08.2002
