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Mar 2017
****** Bird?
You have ruffled my feathers.
Cluck
Off
To the hen house.
I have worms to find.
A tasty treat in my beak
Or digging up beetles with my claws
None of which will ever be yours.

****** Bird?
If I could fly I would leave
You
Now
In this coop.
But we are locked in.
I'm left digging the dirt
Or sleeping on straw
Shell-less and cracked and raw.
Joy Ceye
Written by
Joy Ceye  50/F/South of England
(50/F/South of England)   
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