head down red hen

pecking the short grass
along the fringe of tall grass
black tail in the air

brownish red feathers
and grass of every green
wet with summer rain

these are the soft lines
of demarcation — the ones
that divide us now


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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One Response to head down red hen

  1. I love this image. I was honored to live on a small farm for about seven years and I got to be a mini-farmer with chickens and a huge garden – guinea hens, etc. I love all birds, but watching the hens was a never-ending source of entertainment because they ran from total fools to elegant, preening fowl in 60 seconds. Great piece!

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