My Beautiful Red Hen! - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Not like those days
You're bit stubborn now?
Please do not try to fly
over the farmstead fence.
I give you grain
grasses and worms
My wounded heart is a wilderness
and if you fly, the naughty young bird lovers
see your hidden golden feathers.
I promise you that I never pluck them
though I am poor; Please taste this pieces of lettuce
and you never betray the old Master?
To the unknown Penny Moore, Owner of the Laundry Loft Laundry Mat in the Roche Bros. Plaza in Natick, New England, Massachusetts, most of my recent poems I sketched here.
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