Why Did She Cross the Road??

The door was cracked, just enough to create hope.
Now was her chance for freedom.
With her owner on his way into town
the window of opportunity was widening
with each mile driven away from the farm house.
She slowing opened the door
being startled by the creaking noise.
She jumped back, twisting her head in every
direction hoping no one heard.
It was now or never.
She lept from the porch and
ran low through the corn field
like an army assasin.
Flashing thoughts of the abuse she was leaving
behind clouded her mind.
She and her sisters subjected to
constant sexual episodes with that one male.
Never able to think about birthing her own
because her purpose was not to procreate,
but to serve her owner.
The Journey long and arduous,
pecking quickly at the small grains she
found along the way.
But persisting like a convict headed for water.
And then there she saw it. The Road.
Highway buzzing, and cars whizzing
How could anyone make it?
With a glance behind, searching for the dogs
she raised her beak to the sky and
cluck clucked her way across
Hoping God could hear the cry of a scared
chicken crossing the road.