They are gone, all gone.
First two, then all. Our great joy
turns into sorrow.
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June 10, 2019 at 7:19 am
[…] We now have an empty chicken coop and run. Sigh. It is tough to lose animals, even if they are only farm animals and even if you’ve only had them a couple of months. This haiku explains my chicken-less feelings. […]