Goodbye, Dear Chickie- Taken At Night

The darkness came more quickly then

And from it swooped away my hen

I thought I heard a funny noise

Emerging from their woodsy pen.

I fancied they had found some toys

Or corn satiation that oft cloys

Until the plumage did I find

And tried to keep some grace and poise.

"Was it a hawk?" the others whined

But no, for at night time they're blind

It must have been an owl I think

And now it's hiding in trees lined.

So for tonight those birds wont blink

Or morrow go alone to drink

For fear the gloom will take them too

And cause their flock to further shrink.

The nocturne fowl was close, I knew

And from its wings the cold wind blew

I wish a mouse he would have slew

For now my chickens number few.