5.2 To the Red Hen

by Eric Chaet

I was throwing corn your way.
I laughed when you ran.

You flew into the house.
I chased you.
You tried to fly thru glass.
I picked you up,
& threw you thru the doorway.

When I took your eggs,
the black gleam in your eyes you aimed at me!

Forgive me as I leave the valley—forgive, & forget.

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Picture: EarthArt Village