Gallus gallus domesticus
So, another poem of mine. I wrote it earlier today, because none of my other work was coming out very well. It's about my chickens, because I was just with them in the rain, and they were the first thing that came to mind. Haha. Ya. Not much to say here. Hope you enjoy it XD
In loving memory of Benedict James Fry (April 26 2011 - April 1 2012)
Brown and white,
my beautiful chicken;
a bird of little flight.
Benedict James Fry
running fast with wings out.
Try as she might, she’ll never fly.
Sadly, she’ll turn her head and cluck.
Geese soar up above.
She’ll never be them. Well fuck.
Rio, Belgium and Hatch all stare
as Benedict pecks the dirt.
They love her very much, with joy and care.
The four beautifully lovely hens
see it through all faults.
All the deepest of ends.
None can fly,
but with each other,
together they still try.
In loving memory of Benedict James Fry (April 26 2011 - April 1 2012)
Brown and white,
my beautiful chicken;
a bird of little flight.
Benedict James Fry
running fast with wings out.
Try as she might, she’ll never fly.
Sadly, she’ll turn her head and cluck.
Geese soar up above.
She’ll never be them. Well fuck.
Rio, Belgium and Hatch all stare
as Benedict pecks the dirt.
They love her very much, with joy and care.
The four beautifully lovely hens
see it through all faults.
All the deepest of ends.
None can fly,
but with each other,
together they still try.