Hens

The cackling hens
Pecking at the heels

Making it known
The ostracized from the clique

The circle constrained

All along
The hens
Giggling

Tossing their cares
To the wind

Pecking

Their wants
Become the way

Too much to suffer
We bow
To the cackling Hens

This evening

The loveliness of the setting sun
Lost behind the clouds
Pouring in from the north

A howling dastardly wind
Fiendishly steals
our evening away

And a last I must turn
And find beauty
In your eye