Attic Poems: Peanut's poem.

This is part of the short series called Attic Poems. They are the poems of the best chickens that died. I found the poems in my attic.

Peanut was my girlie. 

I was with her to the end.

She was more than just a chicken,

she was my best friend.

Her face was sweet,

her feathers, brown.

She and Zesty were the

best friends in town.

But she died,

just like Deadbirdie and Dean.

It wasn't because I was 

cruel or mean.

In fact, before she was

dead,

I was the one who petted her

head.

No, she died of END,

which is the most

horrid disease.

I loved her a lot,

but now she's gone,

and life goes on.

She was better

 than a dove.

I really miss

 my girlie love.