Analysis of Farmer’s Hens
It was an old farm
Open as an eagles door,
The mouth from which
Children's food spew,
The molten chewed delicacies,
A baby's favorite.
Not the worm,
Snail or cowering critter,
But,
Entrails of a hen,
Rabbit or pigeon sitter.
In diving flight
A shriek was more
Certain than a pawn's decision.
In view of the open ranch
Sweeping feathers flew.
In the eagle's claws
A hen's life was through.
The farmer pulled the hammer,
And aimed the cross-hairs.
"Not again!" He said, "but you!"
| Scheme | XAXBXXXCXXC XAXXBXBCXB |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11111 1011101 0111 1011 01011000 010100 101 1110010 1 10101 1011010 0101 0111 10101010 0110101 10101 00101 01111 0101010 01011 1011111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 480 |
| Words | 102 |
| Sentences | 9 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 11, 10 |
| Lines Amount | 21 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 17 |
| Words per line (avg) | 4 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 184 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 43 |
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