Dark Night Of The Hen - Poem by Sheena Blackhall
Fourth right in the chicken coop,
Next to a bantam and a Rhode Island Red,
The condemned hen ate a broody supper.
She bequeathed to her sister,
Annabelle Long Toes II,
Her scarlet comb.
Her feathers were left to a
Quaker quilting commune.
A pigeon agreed to perform the final rites,
The scattering of seed and dust.
She died, it’s said, a chicken to the end.
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