Bird-Like Heart

the end of the flock

Somewhere in the world there is a coop
Built of faded blue boards
In the coop rest a single chicken
The last one
She In her nest all day watch as the sun come and as it fades away
There is no others, no rosters or hens
They all died last week, and were served with gin
She the last one there, the last of her kin
Underneath her sits a single egg
She hoped and prayed that the egg would hatch
At first she didn't want it
But the longer she sat alone, she craved for its existence.
It's been a week now
The humans stopped coming to throw feed
And she had eaten the last of the seed
Her stomach rumbled as she craved
But the last thing she had was her egg
She swore on long nights she felt the egg move
She would wait until morning to see if it was true
After a month the hen was weak
She could barely stand on her feet
She understood that no one could save her
And drivin hunger she stared at the egg differently
She now sat on the opposite side of the coop
She hated the fact it let her down
What she hated most was how hungry she was
She mourned for the loss but it didn't over power
That craving hunger that she sat with for hours
She couldn't take it anymore
She cracked open the egg with force
She expected yellow yolk to poor out
But instead was faced with the bones and feathers
Without its shell the chick started to die
The hen watched but with a different side
The hunger was to strong for deciding what was wrong or right
Before she could stop her self she opened her beak and took a big bite