Priscilla's Zine & Bookstore: Beloved Companion Loretta

Priscilla's Zine & Bookstore: Beloved Companion Loretta: Here's another free-verse thingie in response to a prompt at Poets and Storytellers United, where other people are undoubtedly posting b...

Loretta sounds great! When I lived in New Mexico between the ages of 4 and 10, my family kept chickens. Many of the roosters ended up being food. The hens were there to lay eggs. One of my favorite hens was a little rock Cornish game hen named Arabella. Arabella wasn't quite up to snuff as hens go. She never laid an egg and she was kind of ditzy. But I loved her dearly.

We had a big, gentle white rooster named Peter who was, unfortunately, savagely mauled by a dog that got into the coop. My father ended up shooting him because there was nothing that we could do for him. We buried him in the backyard. 

There was also Susan, a beautiful black hen. I wish I could remember the names of some of the others but it was a long time ago.