Chicken

I like to hang out with chickens. I actually get down on the ground with them, moving about on my hands and knees.

I’m soothed by their clucking sounds. I love the smell of their feathers.

The chickens don’t seem to mind me.

I wish I was more adept with people. I’ve taken courses on socializing, in which I received high grades.

But I’m most at home, on the ground, with my fine feathered friends.