I thought that’s what the subject line said
as I skimmed my list of incoming email.

Yoga for chickens? Is there downward bird?
And kundalini yoga at that, which is said to

“provide deep healing by releasing any trauma
from the energetic body.” Which makes me

think of Katie’s chickens, undoubtedly
traumatized by regular visits from their

neighborhood fox who has stolen three
of their sisters, grabbed and dispatched

in the dark. Or Edie and Jon’s girls long ago,
some of whom met untimely ends at the paws

of marauders. Foxes need to eat, too, but
it’s hard to approve the taking of the innocent.

Would yoga for chickens have calmed them?
Helped them, as the course description says,

“achieve wholeness, eliminate limiting beliefs,
improve self-confidence and resilience”?

Perhaps the feathered ones do their own form
of yoga each day, scratching, bending, pecking.

Certainly there’s exercise in generating an egg,
pushing it into the world. Talk about opening chakras,

balancing energy centers. Perhaps they already carry
a sense of greater strength and inner peace,

the girls, who, as long as they awaken each day,
feel plenty centered, whole and alive.