Poem #196

3 hens settle in for the night
clicking and clacking the day’s gossip
rooster cried all morning about chicks
horse tripped in the mountain’s ride
spider’s web was ruined after a day’s work
the hens clucked raucously, pitying the folly
but, they hadn’t done anything that day

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