Pale and gray and weak
Its comb, its feet its beak
Tired, sad and blue
Eyes of yellow hue
It laid around for days
Drifting in a haze
In and out of slumber
We knew her days were numbered
Fresh water every day
New grass to munch and play
I do not know what’s wrong
Or why she is not strong
Today, when I went out
I heard the others shout
She slept and did not wake
I got her with a rake
I researched and I read
And every hen site said
Nutrition is the key
To save one such as she
But now it is too late
No reason to berate
We’ll just begin again
Good food to every hen
a pinch of homestead 