This is a Shakespearean sonnet, in the form abab cdcd efef gg, in (more or less) iambic pentameters. It is my first sonnet.
My Hen Summer
When
I see Summer, my hen, fly on my arm
looking
bright eyed at the parched soil
and
staring, one eyed at the scorching sun,
enjoying
the yard, each leaf and grass, no toil
on
her mind; and I weeding
and stumbling,
too
old and too sick to give her the garden
she
once had, I see the weeds, the mold, grumbling
at
her joy in the place where once I was warden.
Unable
to keep her from beasts of prey
and
from ills biding in the ground
I
noticed her blinded eye one day
but
not she, she thinks her world safe and sound.
It
seems that the eye with which she can see
is
the one she sees the world as bright as can be.
Background:
My
main hobby used to be taking care of my back yard and my chickens.
Now that I am ill my yard is unsafe and is making my hens ill. I am
giving them away. The poem is about one of the last times I went to
play in the yard with my favorite hen, Summer, and I realized that
she had been injured and was blind from one eye. That's when I
realized I was no longer able to keep my pets. My hen thought there
was nothing wrong, but I was watching her knowing that I would have
to give her away. I seldom cry, but I cried as I was writing this
poem.
