The Murder Of Mother Hen Poem by Adeosun Pelumi

Prowling like a cat
Stalking a prey
And moving stealthily
With arms outstretched.

A battle of claws and hands ensued
As the prey met her waterloo.

The innocent
Was brought to justice
And sentenced
To death by slaughtering.

Eyes blurred and bleary,
Perhaps, she shed a tear,
As she gave in to her fate.

Gasping for a final breath
As the knife kissed her neck
And with a swift motion
The neck was severed from her body.

Lying lifeless;
Still as a stagnant water;
Undisturbed,
With not even a ripple.

She faced the butcher's knife
Even while in death
As each limbs took their leave
Of her body, unbidden
And she was washed,
Cooked and spiced,
A sweet aroma
Emanated from her.

Savouring the taste of her flesh,
Knowing she won't be missed
Nor would she be avenged,
As she was laid to rest
In the stomach of her murderer