Because it wasn’t going to just stand there.
To go back would be to resign her life to the chopping block.
To cross the road would give her a 99.99% chance of death
0.01% chance of survival.
She shouldn’t have cross that road.
Eight lanes of cars going break neck speed.
The chicken’s neck would break.
She’s suicidal that’s what she is.
To cross four lanes of cars going one way
Then the median to cross,
Four lanes going the other way.
Dumb little chicken,
thinks she can survive.
What an idiot she is for even trying!
Turn your little feathered butt around and
Make your way back to the farm.
At least then you’ll know
You have a few more days to live
before you get your neck wrung by the farmer,
feather plucked out by the farmer’s wife,
and flesh eaten by the farmer’s children.