The trickiest thing is keeping
them in the run. Agreed,
put them together between margins
of gauze and hope that this
will do. On their perch
as far as I’m concerned almost
interchangeable. The cock I’m sure of.
But before you can be sure they
are secure, the fox is on the prowl,
they lose their heads, fly up
in all directions. Words
in a poem that lies open.