Sonnet to the Sunup

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Great Gratitude

A sonnet

to the sunup

who left nectar gold

in every buttercup



A sonnet

to the sunup

.. each bee can sup

from each buttercup



**********



No factory farmed chicken

.. has laid such a radiant

egg of the sun





LEAVES OF FORTUNE



The wind blows autumn gold

leaves into 1 corner

.. seemingly random

in its gift of fortune



Those aligned to God

direct the winds of fortune










Author's Notes/Comments: 

Every egg is 32 hours
a chicken was imprisoned
in a cage, 120 gallons
of production water,
300 mg. of artery clogging
cholesterol, theft
of a baby from his mother
(to Nathan Runkle.. who at age 17
has been active for several years
in videotaping factory farm cruelty,
organizing vigils, and changing the world)

http://www.eggcruelty.com

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Corey Fox's picture

Nice poetry! It is sad about what we do for money(animal cruelty)
one love Corey & co

Zool Labud's picture

Your poems are beautiful, but I found the author's comments at the end kind of spoiled it. Keep up the good poetic writing.

Sara E. Floodman's picture

I totally hear you about the factory chickens' living conditions and quality of life. I too have done a lot of research into the meatpacking and dairy industries--and I completely appalled. I'm an avid animal lover and proud vegetarian. Where I live, though, I'm a rarity. I've never met nor spoken with another who understood the deprevity of these industries and how those poor animals have to live. Thank you so much for your poem!

Graham Kent's picture

That's not a sonnet... you might consider calling it something different.

As for the author's comments about the egg... an egg is the natural way for a chicken to give birth.... that's how the chick comes out... in the egg. Are you saying that the natural way for a chicken to give birth in this "cage", which is really just protecting it from anything, is such imprisonment?