Skinning the Sunday Chicken
A true story, told in haiku
By Sonia Heidi UnruhPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
Photo: Pixabay
I am disgusted.
Slimy slabs of chicken parts
wait, hunched, for my knife.
*
Off with skin and fat!
Greasy hands freckle with blood.
Another thigh done.
*
Grandmother bustles.
I dwaddle, hoping she'll say,
"Here, let me do it ..."
About the Creator
Sonia Heidi Unruh
I love: my husband and children; all who claim me as family or friend; the first bite of chocolate; the last blue before sunset; solving puzzles; stroking cats; finding myself by writing; losing myself in reading; the Creator who is love.
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