The Stars Are My Chicken Run

The Rhode Island Red is the
Gallus gallus domesticus and
Ruby was most precious. Chick,
friend, flyer, scratcher, layer,
with a dust bath in the sun,
I thank you for being you, Ruby.
With these binoculars I see you
now perched upon that branch eternal.
And, inside we are all chickens,
and may all chickens be happy.
You are still in the forest, Ruby,
in the color of the ruby forest.