A Sound Poem

Bob claims a sound poem engages all five senses.
You see it, hear it, touch it, smell it, taste it.
Picture a hen, any you’ve seen, live, a photo, or a drawing.
Can you hear it clucking, that rhythm, the soothing beat of it.
If you pet that hen, whether live or a drawing, its feathers will be silk.
Imagine the aroma of its pen, the manure that makes your flowers bloom.
Lastly, cut its throat — hear that? — drain its blood — see that?
pluck it — feel that? — gut it — smell that? — cook and eat it.
Can you taste that? I like mine barbecued. That char of the skin.
Bob’s was named Suzy Q.  He says she was the best pet he ever ate.