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A free range bird.
emmm or not.
She was free enough to live her life comfortably,
she had food, shelter and company.
Yet in spite of this, she had one wish,
to be on the other side where it was greener.
Hell, she was better off than some,
lucky enough to experience natural sun.
She knew the lay of her space and roamed it with grace,
to the extent of the boundary allowed her.
She was the choice for the local cock,
bringing times her seed became cream of the crop.
She did what she had to do,
fell in line when coaxed to.
Yet by the end of her laying days,
only good enough to be a boiler.
She got chopped up for soup,
and tasted so good,
for the free range experience toughened and sweetened her.