They meet as if they were boxers.
It begins with the dance, circling each other
with a quick jab or two as they size up their opponent.
One backs off only to lunge forward with a quick
blow to the beak, the other sidestepping and
throwing an unexpected left.
But after all the pecking, the confrontation, the drama . . .
they are nothing but sleepy little chickens, eyes
closing as they slowly melt into a restful slumber.