Chicken Little's Sad Demise - Fable

(7/5 Trochee Poem) Chicken Little, thinking that sky was soon to fall, saw a mortuary and crawled beneath a pall. He was in a strange dark box where a dead man lay. Then before he knew it, they hauled that box away! He was moved, but that poor bird couldn’t get a look, for they’d closed the wooden lid, Chicken Little shook. When the casket got dropped down in the ground so deep, Chicken Little, very scared, still made not one peep! He was sure the sky fell down when he heard the dirt being shoveled over him. This was gonna hurt! Nothing happened, but he could barely take in air. Am I dying? Little thought: Is the sky still there? No more would the animals hear poor “Little’s” call warning them of tragedy if the sky should fall. Chicken Little never guessed he was murdered by that same earth he‘d walked upon, and not by the sky! Moral: Fear can sometimes lead you into something far worse than you ever imagined, so be careful not to fear things too greatly! An oldie for Joseph May's Fabled Musings Poetry Contest