The Hen's Siesta
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Sheena Blackhall
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Hen lies flopped on the grass
One wing out splayed like a fan
Her glittering eyes are sealed in waxen lines
Like two sharp, licked envelopes
In the tiny pocket of her head
Pictures of grass, bees, grain
And swaying honeysuckle
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