It was a warm Monday eve, west of Lahaina town,

We’d just downed penne pasta, baked and golden brown.

As we returned to our ride, my son tossed an odd look,

Was his Lyme acting up, or had he been poisoned by the cook?

My eyes met his gaze, across the top of our car,

In the foreground a sight, something fowl, quite bizarre.

At the end of a trail, formed with black and white poop,

Sat a two-headed chicken, in a makeshift bird coop!

“Oh my!” said Lil Jan, “What on earth shall we do?”

“The thing has two heads, four claws, and a coo.”

“Let’s drive off,” said I, “The wind will fix this,”

“60 miles per hour, will end this bird bliss!”

“Oh no!” said my Jan, “That’s cruel, inhumane.”

“This two-headed bird, has suffered enough shame.”

“Put it in the trunk,” said Jas on a hunch.

“We can bring it to the parsonage and have nuggets for lunch.”

“Oh no!” said Rach, as she finished her Wordle,

“This fowl is quite rare, like that giant sea turtle.”

“We could sell it,” I declared, as the bird started a cower,

“Let’s go to KFC, is it open this hour?”

With time running out, Rachel spotted some fescue,

It was time to take charge, it was time for a rescue.

She approached the two heads, and reached for its beaks,

I jumped into the car, “That thing is a freak!”

“Be careful now, Rach,” said Jas under his breath,

“One false move and you’ll get pecked to death.”

“Stand back,” Rachel said, slowing her pace,

“If we startle this fowl, we’ll get egg on our face.”

She calmly reached out, gently cradled the bird,

Its two heads bobbing, a sight, quite absurd.

Rach spoke to the bird, as if it were a baby,

“You’re not a freak, just a two-headed lady.”

She placed the bird in the grass, with a tear in her eye,

The sweetest rescue ever, I’m not gonna lie.

“I hope you are happy; I hope you find purpose,”

“And if things don’t work out, there’s always the circus.”