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A Hen Flaps Her Wings

a hen flaps her wings and flies up to the rooftop- - vet trims her feathers *inspired by our neighbour's three pet hens and their recently trimmed flight feathers

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/4/2012 11:39:00 PM

Rereading this one. It's pretty good!!!

Matthew Anish

Date: 12/12/2011 2:16:00 PM

We should conisder our feathered friends more often. Nice work Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 12/12/2011 12:43:00 PM

I'm with Gwen. Daver's comment is hilarious and I very much enjoyed your fun poem! Love, Carolyn

Gwendolen Song

Date: 12/12/2011 5:20:00 AM

Daver's comment below is crackin me up big time....ha ha. This is a wonderful haiku of everyday life proportion. Oft my favorite. Have a great start to your upcoming week...Gwendolen

Daver Austin

Date: 12/10/2011 12:44:00 PM

My heart bleeds for the hen, as I enjoy a chicken dinner. Good show, Jack. Love, daver

Raquel P

Date: 12/8/2011 8:46:00 PM

I feel bad for the hens now they can't fly :(

Harry Horsman

Date: 12/8/2011 8:45:00 AM

wonderrful jack, no escape for the hens ha ha just love this. harry

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/7/2011 9:39:00 PM

NIce to see you getting inspired by those chickens. (same as I did with chicken footles. haha)

Sara Kendrick

Date: 12/7/2011 5:03:00 PM

Yes, they can fly and need that ability when in the wild to help them survive for dogs and other animals are their enemy..Great work..Enjoyed reading it this eve..Thanks for the kind reviews of my work..Sara

Russell Sivey

Date: 12/7/2011 4:27:00 PM

Trimming, is that done a lot? I've never heard of that. I used to live on a farm when I was younger, but we only raised sheep and hogs. No hens. This is quite interesting though. Thanks for bringing it up! Wonderful poem Jack!!

Tony Lane

Date: 12/7/2011 3:03:00 PM

We used to take them to the peak of the barn and sail them for distance. They didn't fly too well but they could glide.