The old Mother Hen,
Had always ruled her roost.
Helped her Chicks along the way,
Always there to give a boost.
But, when the Chicks grew,
Into Roosters and Hens,
She then tried to roost,
On all of their nests.
Some Roosters welcomed this,
Because of the help she gave.
Actually, they were lazy,
Much of their work, she saved.
Other Roosters got grief,
From their Mrs. Chicken.
The old Hen was too pushy,
Chickens’ stomachs were sickened.
Now the old Hen is ill,
Not long are her days.
Will the helped out ones help her?
Give back some of the time she saved?
Turns out that the dependent ones,
Were there, didn’t pass the buck.
Stood by preening her feathers,
In the end, gave a cluck.
-
Author:
WriteBeLight (
Offline) - Published: March 28th, 2017 05:59
- Category: Family
- Views: 25
Offline)
Comments4
Thanks HONEY ~ lovely fable ! In my experience all Girls are just MOTHER HENS waiting to morph into Grannies. hanks Heaven for GIRLS ! Farmyard Hugs for you BRIAN ! Please visit my SOLAR HAIKU ~ Thanks B
Ha Ha. You have such a way with words Dear Brian! Thanks!
When I was young we had chickens all over the place - the old ones went into the big old boiling pot - hope that isn't her fate - well versed WBL
No - she's too tough for that!! Thanks Michael.
Amazing story and affection of mother hen is shared here. Interesting view mesmerizes mind. Mother hen always helps chicken. Every line is composed wisely.
Thanks Pintu. She is a wise old hen who has always been there for her Chicks. I want them now to be there for her 🙂
Good write, all life forms should help each other.
Great point and thanks Goldfinch!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.