Wyandotte

Wyandotte 18-232y

Today lifeless, mortally wounded
Feathers black and white
Just a day ago wandering yard
Scratching dirt

In a box it sits
Waiting for me
after work
Alone I carry it

Walk with a shovel
Down the hill
I scratch in dirt
Peck the ground

Where daughter requested
To put the hen to rest
Hard soil
In a hole two feet deep