Last Escapade Of The Little Black Hen

It was time to be fed
and put to bed
but the little black hen
would not be led
back to share the evening quarters
with a domineering rooster in his pen
as more exploration of her new yard
was required
the little black hen could not be coaxed inside
and seeing an opportunity to elude capture
she flew up high to an overhead tree bough
then dropped down quietly to a neighbouring yard to hide

Early next morning the owner
after searching the grounds
was dismayed to find a pile of shiny black feathers
scattered around
it appeared the poor black hen had been plucked
and was nowhere to be found
alas! a heavy price to have been payed
for her last escapade.

AMJB 27.06.08