My Beautiful Red Hen!

Not like those days You're bit stubborn now? Please do not try to fly over the farmstead fence. I give you grain grasses and worms My wounded heart is a wilderness and if you fly, the naughty young bird lovers see your hidden golden feathers. I promise you that I never pluck them though I am poor; Please taste this pieces of lettuce and you never betray the old Master? To the unknown Penny Moore, Owner of the Laundry Loft Laundry Mat in the Roche Bros. Plaza in Natick, New England, Massachusetts, most of my recent poems I sketched here. nimal p.dunuhinga