Best Henhouse Poems

Meet the mother - old Miss Jenny
She gave birth to chicks aplenty
(Never dreamed she’d have so many)

But sly Wiley, a hungry fox
Was more threatening than...

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Once upon Trump time,
Free-range,
organic,
totally uncaged hens
brown
and black
and even white
and all things in-between
prepared to vote for more green climate health
growing indoor/outdoor good-egg chicken family values
planning to...

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September meets with warm embrace,
 quickening the harvest pace,
though looming autumn can't efface 
 what's left of summer's arid grace.

The linen hanging on the line...

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taken
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As the rooster crows:
 
A look in the pool mirrored a perfect mop
At times of frizzy hair or defiant shaggy tresses
Ohhh the satisfaction at the...

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On My Blindness

I'm going blind;
Blind from picking roses in the graveyard.
Blind from being what I'm not.
Blind from being what I am.

I am losing my sight;
Once...

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I remember so well the calico aprons that my Mother wore.
She made them from feed sacks that Father needed no more.
She wore them mainly to...

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Babe, she was a Bantam,
And lots of eggs she laid.
While others ruled the henhouse 
It was in the yard she stayed.

Harvey loved his favorite
And when...

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Fox in the henhouse

             retirement nesteggs eyed,

      ...

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The “rinodemwiticus”

It stood proudly hungry
watching all the others sate themselves
promising them forever more.
It turned – I saw the other face
preening itself as it strode
through the...

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Poultry farm chaos
Chicken-lickin’ you
Sweet and sour future
Henhouse flurry

Henpecked and handpacked
Epistle of gristle
Cellophane stiffy
Wishbone hope?...

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I buy my clothes from “Quacker Factory”
But there are no ducks in my house
Their colorful embroidery is more than satisfactory
I've met web-footed workers at their...

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"The sky it falleth every day --
along with bird sh*t."
-- Mother Earth of still a Chicken Little
dying of a birth defect, disease, disaster, accident, or...

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without a rocking-chair in sight
ol' Tam or Tom rules the roost
guarding henhouse since the fox lit out
and the door fell off its hinges

'n' all the...

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Outside, the night was rainy and grey
a blustery wind from the north blew cold.
Inside the coup it was light as day;
cozy and warm, and the...

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