Little chicken of the heart

Sky is falling
Sky is falling ….
That is what little chicken keeps calling
In the depth of your heart
Where the forest of thoughts start
Little chicken screeches hard
Poor little chicken in the heart

Do you know there’s a lion in there?
You will know if you dare
What had fallen is a leaf.
Little chicken in reality is a thief

Mountain of assumptions
No facts heard
Obviously the outcome is – WEIRD.

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