The Black Hen Poem

The Black Hen Poem By A. K. Ramanujan!

It must come as leaves
to a tree
or not at all

yet it comes sometimes
as the black hen
with the red round eye

on the embroidery,
stitch by stitch,
dropped and found again,

and when it’s all there,
the black hen stares,
with its round red eye,

and you’re afraid.

The Black Hen Poem

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