The Innisfree Poetry Journal
by Bruce Bennett
The Fox and the Chickens
“We’ll let him in,” a chicken said,
“And then we’ll bash him on the head.
We’ll all swoop down on the attack.
We’ll peck his eyes, and slash his back.”
“But once he’s in,”—another spoke—
“won’t he make mincemeat of our folk?
We need to keep him out with locks.
We can’t give entrance to a fox.”
“Let’s bargain with him,” clucked a third.
“I know a most trustworthy bird
who will impart our wish for peace.
Let’s make this horrid conflict cease . . . .”
The fox, meanwhile, eavesdropping near,
was pleased as Punch, since it was clear
the chickens, left to their devices,
would find no answer to their crisis.
The fox, however, did not see
the farmer, standing by a tree,
who drew a bead, and shot him dead.
“Hey, what was that?” a chicken said.
Moral: Don’t count on Divine
Intervention, but there may be no
A magician pulled
a rabbit out of a hat.
“Any magician can
do that,” a spectator
“Ah yes,” said the
magician. “But can any
magician do this?”
He waved his hands
three times toward the
man, and muttered
man turned into a rabbit.
The magician left
the stage and picked up
the quivering rabbit.
He returned to the
stage, lifted the first rabbit
by its ears, and, with one
deft motion, using a knife
he had made appear in the
air, slit its throat.
Then he stuffed the
spectator-rabbit into the hat.
“Ladies and gentleman,”
he announced in his best
magician’s voice. “I have
been performing for many
years. I have traveled the
world, going places and
doing things you can scarcely
He bowed to the audience
with a flourish.
“And not once have I
run out of rabbits.”
Moral: There are magicians
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