They say to have loved and lost is better than to never have loved at all. Today I am not so sure. Yesterday morning I awoke to let out my chickens into their courtyard, aka run, for the day. I immediately noticed Stripe-Stripe was not among them. I knew in my heart she was gone…
This poem is for all those who have ever loved and lost…….a chicken. Who have lost a chicken to a raccoon, hawk, skunk, opossum, fox, bobcat, snake, owl, mink, stray dog, family dog, neighbors dog or simply an unnamed creature of the night…… Oh, my chickens how I love thee though every creature wants to…
The Wicked Chicken 