Chicken Little In Love
By Eliza Griswold
I’m through! I’m through!
she says and resays.
The years pass.
Her feathers gray.
Her eggs
lay themselves
less frequently.
The sky falls.
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I’m through! I’m through!
she says and resays.
The years pass.
Her feathers gray.
Her eggs
lay themselves
less frequently.
The sky falls.
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