Poem to a rescued caged hen

Discussion in 'Pictures & Stories of My Chickens' started by Help_battery_hens, Dec 31, 2012.

  1. Help_battery_hens

    Help_battery_hens Chirping

    May 24, 2011

    An Ex-Battery Hen’s First Christmas

    I woke all cosy and warm in the hay
    And smiled at the thought ‘another free-range day’
    As I ruffled and fluffed and cooed and preened
    I heard Mable cry a chilling scream!
    So up I hopped, my butt feathers flat
    As I ran through the barn and out of the hatch
    I froze where I stood, staring at Mable’s face
    The world had changed, my heart started to race
    Something strange had crept in the night
    And blanketed the world in this silent white
    Should I take another step? I don’t know if I dare,
    With the world all white, I feel rather scared.
    But I’m not a chick I must act my age
    And not be scared now I’m out of the cage.
    The family who loves me Mable and Beryl
    They wouldn’t put us in any peril!
    So I took a step forward, the white crunched on my toes
    As something white fell on my nose
    I sqwarked loudly and watched it disappear
    And drip off my beak, just like a tear
    Mable started to cluck in alarm
    As we heard giant crunching from behind the barn
    We flapped our wings, ran, hopped and leapt
    And all of us huddled safe in our nest.
    ‘Merry Christmas Girls! Come on it’s Me,
    Santa left you a gift come here and see!’
    I know that voice! I know that soul!
    It’s the woman who saved us so we can grow old!
    We leapt up fast and with all of our might,
    Raced out of the hatch and into the white,
    There she stood with a shiny gift
    That we pecked and clawed and finally ripped
    A soft red jumper lay hidden beneath
    that she put over our head with our wings tucked in neat
    It was soft and warm against our bare naked breasts
    So snugly I felt like I was still in my nest!
    A perfect solution until I grow my own feathers
    So I can free-range in this strange white weather!
    ‘My Sweet Girls don’t be afraid of the snow,
    this gift from nature, a beautiful show.’
    She placed on the snow our bowls of breakfast
    And we pecked our corn and the porridge did mess us.
    “Merry Christmas Girls, I love you all.”
    And with beaks full of food, “we love you” we called.
  2. Chickenfan4life

    Chickenfan4life Crowing

    Aug 28, 2012
    Planet No
    What a wonderful poem! How wonderful that you rescued them!
  3. theoldchick

    theoldchick The Chicken Whisperer

    May 11, 2010
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  4. Help_battery_hens

    Help_battery_hens Chirping

    May 24, 2011
    thank you. i love rescuing them makes it all worthwhile :) why are we put here if not to help innocent things
  5. myfinefeatheredfriends

    myfinefeatheredfriends Songster

    Mar 1, 2011
    I support rescue 100%, having quite a few of my own. I personally think that rescues make better pets than purebreds. Mine have quickly become favorites. I love what you do and keep up the good work! Great poem, by the way!
  6. OneLostHen

    OneLostHen Songster

    Mar 29, 2012
    Santa Fe, TX
    Oh I enjoined that poem sooo much!!!
    Thank you for sharing it! And for rescuing those gorgeous girls!

    Btw, where did you get those darling sweaters?

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