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Farmer’s Hens

Ronald-Bunch 1982 (Grand Rapids)



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!"

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Submitted by FromRon on December 15, 2021

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ronaldbunch.com He did volunteer work, goes to church, reads, and likes long walks. He's a self published writer and poet. He's getting his GED and will graduate at Grand Rapids (USA) community college. Activity: Ronald Lee Bunch published his poetry book called I Am A Man As I should be on create space September 1st, 2014 (Paper Back) and August 31, 2014 (Kindle Edition) Audio book is now available at amazon. Interests: Writing, reading, walking. Favorite book types: Fantasy and writer/author biographies. Some of the books he read: Mainspring (Clockwork Earth #1), The Magician's Nephew (Chronicles of Narnia), The Holiness of God, The Outsiders, Clash of the Titans, Gulliver's Travels, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Harry Potter #2), The Four Signs of a Dynamic Catholic, Crossfire, Outland, Krull, The Red King (Star Trek: Titan, #2), Icerigger #1, Spellsinger, Flinx's Folly (Pip & Flinx #9), Battle Surgeons (Star Wars: Clone Wars, #4), The Silmarillion, The Lord of The Rings, The Hobbit, David Copperfield. more…

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