9/19/22
As my eyes fell on her, I knew she was to die
Lethargic and weak
She lays in the corner of the coop, waiting
The other chickens know death is soon for her
They take turns watching, looking at her one last time
I sit beside her as her body starts to loose circulation
Feet and comb become pail and cold
Her eyes close as she lays her head on the ground
Unable to lift her head any longer
I gently pet her soft feathers
And feel as her breathing becomes heavier
But her body becomes colder
Her eyes open and she lifts her head
She starts to smell of death, I know the time is soon
Her body seizes, legs and wings flail
I hold her head gently as her whole body thrashes
As she takes her last breath, I feel her body go limp
My heart is heavy but relieved, relieved that she is no longer suffering
I move her body to resemble a fetal position
Giving her a Buddhist death to help her on her journey to the next life
I carry her body to her freshly made grave not in sorrow
The atmosphere is light-hearted and I smile when I know she's finally at peace
In death she is released from suffering
Her journey through Bardo will bring her soul to her next life
And I wish for her good fortune when she arrives there
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Thoughts Collected
PoetryA collection of poems written in my journal, and selected to be put here. The musings of a farmer and his life.
