Safety, for chook
Hen,
Feathered friend.
I see you
And Grin as you peck
And preen at me.
I adore you
As a soul
And spirited individual.
I welcome you
Battered -
Ex battery hen.
Skittish,
Withdrawn.
I eek you out with patience and
Soft words.
Filling up a
Small beating heart.
Once frightened,
You now observe me.
Bold as brass,
Sassy.
Hen-born
Anew
In safety
Beloved
You flourish.
These are my friend's rescue hens. They had no feathers when they
arrived. They are such funny...little characters!
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