When I was harless child,
I used to pursue a hen around the field.
And often I felt when it's startled,
Because its feathers looked me blind.
I love to draw its plump body
With its frilly tutu, like a bridal
Wich have from foot to foot, rascal,
To pick at a creepy-crawly.
At mornings, when it moved his rump,
I look behond his dark tillbox
To discover a treasure box
Wich I will take a running jump.
This poem reminds me when I was 8 with 3 cats, 1 fat rabbit and my 3 hens wich called "Petit Lu", "Houpette" and my favorite, "Igor" !
THANKS TO THEM !!! <3