We lost a chicken today.
She was mean and slightly crazy.
She pecked at hands.
She glared angrily when disturbed.
Her comb and wattles were dusty pink from lack of sunlight.
Her feathers were spindly.
Her beak was dull yellow.
She was a sad sight, made even more pitiful by her insanity.
Now she is gone. But how? And…even more curious…who?
Hazy, humid, hot
A perfect foil for vengeance
No one is squawking