I wasn't going to blog,
Feeling quite down and in a fog.
Leave it to a hen,
To make me smile again.
I found my first egg today,
Laying there in a bed of hay.
The weight on my shoulder,
That felt like a boulder,
Just up and went away.
Does anyone notice something different about this picture?
3 comments:
There is a turtle under the hen.
umm. It's a rooster? There's a ghost in your henhouse? It has orange hair like our boys? (-; There's no chicken crap and concrete where your hens lay?
I love your poem and I'm so happy that you got an egg. I love you, Mom
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