Cheeps: For my friends the Hens

The distant cheep,
of all so sweet,
how did we become so distant from you,

my cheeps I hear,
all that we are putting you through,
through the terror and sin,
the awful din,
I can barely tolerate my own skin,

you never provoked,
such awful treatment,
my cheeps I hear you throughout,

may we please make amends,
my feathered friends,
for soon we be drawn so close,
that eyes must meet the path we chose,