Saturday, October 22, 2011

      Photo Courtesy Tess Kincaid

Once I called you friend, we strolled through fields and pens
You slept upon my lap before your feathers grew
They crept into your house one night when it was late
Fed you corn and milk and watched you while you ate
Befriended you but before you knew
They took your life so needlessly
You slept upon my lap before your feathers grew
And now you're gone--and I miss you

2 comments:

  1. Lovely and touching little poem!

    You're telling here the story about a bird/domestic animal friend that got slaughtered for its meat or just for fun. Sadly, this happens often.

    Have a wonderful Sunday!

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  2. that's sad! but nicely written...

    JJRod'z

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