Justice

As I've said we keep a few chickens as egglayers and pets - definitely not for the table! Here is a short poem which illustrates my feelings

JUSTICE
“Poor Flo,” he said, “is getting thinner,
We’ll have to have her in for dinner.”
The very thought made my heart sicken.
She is my very favourite chicken.

“We can’t do that,” I cried in horror.
“Oh yes we can, do it tommorer.
Casserole or fry or stew,
I’ll leave the method up to you.”

I went to get the kitchen knife
I knew I had to take a life.
His attitude made my heart harden
So now he’s buried in the garden.