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.