Stovaries — a poultry poem

stubborn birds

The year’s longest day,

And the chickens won’t lay.

Oh, Biddies! —

Has my wild shepherd pup

Plugged your ovaries up?

Are you hiding your jewels

Like prudence from fools?

Are you molting?

Revolting?

May I offer some jolting:

I’M HUNGRY! PLEASE SATE ME!

Or do you just hate me?

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One Response to Stovaries — a poultry poem

  1. friendmouse says:

    Nice poem. Very nice.
    Perhaps your flock has suffered emotional distress from multiple fronts…aforementioned pup; the wholesale slaughter of their close kinsfoul; the absence of their primary master / top cockeral (you); the brooding of your one hen? Hey, I’m no chicken expert, so good luck.

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