Goodbye to Little Red Hen
Last night
Oh so lightly
She was breathing
Nestled among the cedar shavings
On the coop floor.
That she knew
Farmer Nyel was home
I have no doubt.
Chickens know more things
Than you would think.
Nyel raised her
From a fluffy ball of yellow
And for ten years
They had a special bond,
Little Red Hen and Nyel.
I brought her to the house
So they could say “goodbye.”
Slutvana came, too —
Maybe for treats.
It’s often hard to tell with chickens.
RIP Little Red Hen. Hugs all around. She was waiting for Nyel to come home.