Their pain, unbearable. Their suffering, beyond human comprehension. Their constant cries to the world, halted by a woman with a meat cleaver in the streets of Hong Kong. Melancholia grips my heart as I tell the tale of the world's most unsung hero.

They give more than the versatile coconut and has sacrificed more than the life-giving cow, and yet, no religion has made it sacred, no government has made it protected, and no individual never had the attention span to tell its story.

Until I came along.

Its twelve hour chronicle remains the traffic of my tabblo.

Please bear with me, for I am a very bad poet and can't find a rhyme for tabblo.

As the eighth passes by, a dilemma ensures

should it leave its young, or walk away complete with its own two shoes.

The last quarter of its sad tale comes about,

it jumps to evade those hungry humans, pointing its tongue straight out.

But alas! To its dismay,

on hour ten, it realized it couldn't fly away.

As it plummeted down, blaming genetics,

it started to disobey the basics of farm animal ethics.

Sources:

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/438615164_d5fd6f5072.jpg

http://www.how-to-draw-cartoons-online.com/image-files/cartoon_chicken.gif

http://www.cksinfo.com/clipart/animals/birds/chickens/ChickenCartoon4.jpg

http://outdoors.mainetoday.com/children/kidtracks/flyingchicken1_blog.jpg

"Four, four, I can take no more!"

It cries out, fearing it might be brought to a supermarket....store.

The fifth chapter quickly arrives,

the hungry villagers staring intently, leaps then dives.

On the first hour of everyday, exactly at the break of dawn

it evades hungry knives and forks as quick as the forest fawn.

Halfway through the chronicle, formulating a hunch,

it believes those hungry villagers want it for lunch.

As the afternoon begins with hour seven,

it knows it should flee, or win a one way trip to heaven.