Maureen and the Hens
It’s dark outside,
I see a light:
Our neighbour’s lamp
Is shining bright.
She straps it to her head
And ventures to the shed.
In her robe and her boots,
She is creeping along,
And I wonder at first:
Am I seeing it wrong?
She raises the shutter
And the hens flutter out,
And perch on her person;
She protests with a shout.
She is covered in birds -
Not an inch to be seen -
And the fattest one sits
Like a crown on a queen.
Food saves the day;
Hens fly away.
The chickens peck
The food she leaves;
And Maureen cleans
Her mucky sleeves. *
* decided to keep it clean and say ‘mucky’, LOL
For Sheri’s rhythms contest, Rock me Round the Clock
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