Her laying years passed,
Glided across the barnyard in grand style,
Only a feather or two out of place.
Completely bejeweled in her finest.
The covey of young admirers
Chuckled and clucked
Their unconditional love and admiration
As She glided past
Beaming proudly.
“Such lovely thighs and breasts”
She sighed, clucking softly,
Closing her pretty eyes as
Sleep settled in.
