When too many chickens arrive at your front door, and refuse to leave. Poultrygeist #weeklychallenge #acoustic #fun #barbadosinspired Photo taken in Barbados. Lyric written onboard a sailing vessel somewhere out of port of Bridgetown, first week of February. Song recorded in Canada yesterday.

Poultrygeist

I was walking down the high street toward the busy town When I spied an old house, man it looked rundown. As I approached…what I saw with my wondering eyes, So many chickens moving together, strangely polite.

[Chorus] When too many chickens arrive at your front door And the air smells of feathers and undone chores, With their glowing eyes—filled the sky with light An eerie sight to see , well after midnight.

These noisy chickens, next day they came back again They had unfinished business – oh you know, they had a plan Ominous clucking, echoed through the screens Feathers drifting where no bird should ever be.

Doors cracking open, neighbours try to pry Night wind blowing their clucking far and wide They were congregating , some holding placards Like a fog drifting all across the side yard.

They arrived at the front door, and sounds echoed around Claws scratching on the hard packed ground They refused to leave- they planned a heist Steal the garden, steal the house--- poultrygeist.

Well they arrived and never left as the story goes Kept parading and invading- now everyone knows When too many chickens arrive at your front door They’re sure to encourage more and more and more.