Chicken Little In LoveBy Eliza GriswoldShare thisShareI’m through! I’m through!she says and resays.The years pass.Her feathers gray.Her eggs lay themselvesless frequently. The sky falls.Source: Poetry (February 2013)
I’m through! I’m through!she says and resays.The years pass.Her feathers gray.Her eggs lay themselvesless frequently. The sky falls.Source: Poetry (February 2013)
