A child's ear on the track listening
to low vibrations first. Slight fear
and trepidations hum.

Ensuing rumblings echo within
the stomach lining, sending
warnings to the brain stem.

'Move' echoes throughout
the nerves. Premonitions
create a sense of pending doom.

And still you lie, wanting
the chills racing up and down
the spine, adrenaline rushing.

As the ground eventually shakes
your body begins to scream
with life forces surging.

'Jump' is now a prayer
whispered by the lush green
grass and your unborn

children watching, weeping.

Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chicken-9/