Another dead chicken, sitting silent in her roost <br />didn't make me happy, gave my heart the sadness boost. <br />It was late at night, when evil predators came <br />reeking havoc in our henny's home, <br />made to protect them from cold and from rain. <br /> <br />Had nineteen henny's, now there are only six <br />I depended on their eggs, for those favorite cakes I would mix. <br />No omelets to make for the family it seems <br />uses to many eggs, and it seems now too extreem. <br /> <br />Dead hennys', poor chickens, I'm sorry my friends <br />That I couldn't protect you, in your coop or your pens. <br />You were all that ones, little hennys' should be <br />laying my family fresh eggs, for all of their daily breakfast needs.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-dead-chicken/
