Chicken

Posted on January 14, 2023 by Rex Tyler

I have watery eyes
My feathers feel rough
My bedding is filthy
Things are just tough
Once I was perfect
But scruffy that’s me
My future feels bleak
Lost harmony
Yes I feel factious
A mutinous bunch
My water is dirty
That I could be lunch
My wings dipped in high fat
My throat bleeding dry
No friends to talk with
Soon I’m to die

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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