Tribute to a Chicken. Ahem....
You showed up from nowhere one cold winter's day,
I knew not if a pet or a stray.
Bedding down in my rosebush bed you did lay
A big round green egg nearly every single day.
It seemed that you quickly decided to stay
So I made you a nest in a box with some hay.
Some scratch, lay pellets and fruit everyday
Made you happy and cluck in your own special way.
The time, it surely did go quite fast
And you followed me closely as I randomly cast
Handfuls of scratch - today was the last.
When I came to feed you I stood there aghast.
For what I beheld in my front yard, O so sad,
But tufts of brown feathers - no chicken to be had.
Something had taken you - and I felt so bad,
A hawk? An owl? A coyote? But I was glad
That altho you were with me for just a little bit,
You made my heart happy and I never wanna quit
Having more like you, little chicken. I'm SO bit
By the bug. And of Ode to a Chicken, this is IT!
Chicken of mine, may you rest in peace.
