As I was lying in bed tossing and turning between 2 and 4 this morning, a wonderful poem by Jack Prelutsky crossed my mind.
Mr. Prelutsky, an American writer of children’s poetry, was named the first Children’s Poet Laureate by the Poetry Foundation in 2006. He lives in Seattle, Washington and spends much of his time presenting poems to children in schools and libraries throughout the United States.
The first time I read this poem I absolutely loved it! I hope you do, too.
Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens
Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.
They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see…
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.