The Feminist Hen is asked to lay off.
“Rebels here lose their life and wings in an hour’s time. Don’t push them to the chopping board.”
It is time for the Deadly Rooster to declare dawn, but the sun is nowhere to be found. He limps out in the dark to meet a stony silence.
The hens are partying somewhere else. There’s a market for unfertilised eggs, believed to be vegetarian, and they are in business.
It takes a single ray to unveil the inner light, till the Sun follows you.
Back in the farm, darkness rules. No business…
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A powerful piece Be proud of that, Good job.x
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Thank you, Ellen!
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Your welcome.
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Wow! That’s a strong message in those words. So clever.
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Thank you, Norah!
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Oh there’s a poetry to this piece! I love the imagery and emotion and those powerful hens taking their party elsewhere. Great writing!
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Thank you, Rebecca!
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Love this, Reena!
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Thanks 😀😀
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