The farms forget hens are female

She gasps
Her breathing difficult
A mother after all
Who breathes life which was magical
But chicken houses rule
The roost uncaring traitors
Who torture the feathered ones
Who steal their beloved children                 🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓

who knows which

daughters and sons

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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