THE GINGER HEN

The ginger hen laid her eggs in straw
by day she tilled the ground
around her pen
finding worms and bugs
to her heart’s content.

The ginger hen smooched the rooster
clucking contentedly
her eggs warmed
by her soft feathery body
that fluffed into motherly bliss

The ginger hen came to visit
by night she watched TV
drank coffee
ate cake
and snuggled into our bed to sleep

The ginger hen brought her two chicks
for nightly TV viewing
hot chocolate
goose feather duvets
and breakfast in bed

The ginger hen waved to the rooster
from her new pad
his lonely crowing
piercing her thoughts
as she ate another piece of pie.


(In memory of Millie)