A sonnet
to the sunup
who left nectar gold
in every buttercup
A sonnet
to the sunup
.. each bee can sup
from each buttercup
**********
No factory farmed chicken
.. has laid such a radiant
egg of the sun
LEAVES OF FORTUNE
The wind blows autumn gold
leaves into 1 corner
.. seemingly random
in its gift of fortune
Those aligned to God
direct the winds of fortune
Nice poetry! It is sad about what we do for money(animal cruelty)
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Your poems are beautiful, but I found the author's comments at the end kind of spoiled it. Keep up the good poetic writing.
I totally hear you about the factory chickens' living conditions and quality of life. I too have done a lot of research into the meatpacking and dairy industries--and I completely appalled. I'm an avid animal lover and proud vegetarian. Where I live, though, I'm a rarity. I've never met nor spoken with another who understood the deprevity of these industries and how those poor animals have to live. Thank you so much for your poem!
That's not a sonnet... you might consider calling it something different.
As for the author's comments about the egg... an egg is the natural way for a chicken to give birth.... that's how the chick comes out... in the egg. Are you saying that the natural way for a chicken to give birth in this "cage", which is really just protecting it from anything, is such imprisonment?