Each time she opens up the pen
I jump inside to see
If any of the other hens
Have yet forgiven me

First they circle ’round me
Giving me the glare
And I know I’ll soon see
Their little nostrils flare

They haven’t quite forgotten how
I crunched on all their eggs
But I couldn’t get close to the chow
Not even through their legs

What choice did they give me?
What other way could I
Get enough food to be
Alive and not to die

So I guess I’ll still wander
And strut around the yard
One day they may grow fonder
Or at least let down their guard


One response to “Ostracized

  1. A touch of humor never hurts my day! ~Elle

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