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Free Range Chicken

Bea was a free range chicken
and a proud free fowl was she
she roamed with her feathered kin
with their pretty feathers for all to see
 
Bea furled her wings and strut
whenever a rooster passed by
with puffed chest and upright crest
she'd  try to catch his eye

Bea walked around scolding
the worms for not showing up
she didn't like to be kept waiting
when she really needed to sup

Bea was a free range chicken
who made a nest under a tree
brought up all her children
to be free range chicken like Bea

Bea was sad for her cultured kin
they slept and ate, all confined and still
feeding humans with their eggs sterile
helpless and lethargic, so frail
 
Written by Grace (IDryad)
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inspired by a competition
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