I see them bang, chop, chop squeak, squeak,
Off Mum’s body they wash blood quick,
Packed for the meals and,
Rest of us hens stand,
Wicked hand,
To come pick.
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A Speech Therapist by profession, an avid reader and mother to a teen and a tween, whose penchant for stories made her a writer. She loves to read and write fiction and poetry.
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