HEN
GHOSTS
I
must let the ghosts of my hens out of their coop.
They
are quite safe from foxes now
and
very pleased to have company
clack
clack they say
as
they run across the lawn
on
clockwork drumsticks
in
aprons with pockets
clack
clack they say
Eggs!
Eggs! Eggs!
If
I had eaten them myself
perhaps
they wouldn't haunt me?
Copyright Ruth
Hartley February 2013 Work in progress.
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