Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 5,789 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

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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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010



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