Chickens in the snow 2

Having been in cages all our life

treading on each other

every day

feeling those wire floors

rips our feet to shreds

the smell the blood the snot

the way we pay

our feathers ripped and torn

and friends here dying

our food was very poor

and maggots came

now to have our freedom

and be in a nice shed

and walk out in the snow

our hearts aflame

to feel the white snow on our feet

its gentle

its wet and cold

but gentle I can say

the wind gets up

and really puffs our feathers

but freedom is the dream

and its ours today

that ghastly place

the smell it got inside of us

we coudn’t even lay down

for a while

other birds would peck us

sheer frustration

and the men there

anytime they could defile

us and did

real brutes to us

those humans

but now we have been rescued

and we know

there are some lovely humans

not all of them are crap

so being out there

in the lovely snow

today  has given us

something else to think about

flapping our wings

and stretching our legs

feels great

our minds are being cleansed

of all those cages

and I suppose in essence

it was good we had to wait

for now we feel remarkable and comforted

to be around this barn and know we can

walk about whenever we feel we want to

free range and not be harmed by any man