The Hen's Last Cry

A Sad Tale of Betrayal, Regret and the Hurt of Abandonment

Real compassion is exercised when it's inconvenient, not when it's convenient.

The snake latched onto the hen, and as the venom seared through her, she made her way back to the henhouse for safety.

But the other hens decided to kick her out, fearing the poison would infect them as well.

The hen limped off, wailing in pain not from the bite, but from the rejection and disdain of her family when she needed them most.

She walked away, fever burning in her, dragging one of her legs, exposed to the cold nights.

With each step, a tear fell.

The girls in the henhouse said goodbye as she disappeared over the horizon. Some whispered to each other,

Keep her, let her leave..... She will die a thousand miles away from us.

When she was finally absorbed into the void of the horizon, they all knew she was dead.

Some even looked to the sky, expecting to see vultures circling.

Time passed.

Later, a hummingbird arrived in the henhouse with some surprising news.

Your sister is alive! She resides in a cave quite a distance from here.

She has since recovered but lost a leg due to the snake bite. She is hungry and needs your help.

A heavy silence followed. Then came the excuses.

I can't get, I'm laying eggs…

I can't leave, I'm following corn…

I can't go, I have to take care of my chicks…

One by one, they all refused. The hummingbird went to the cave by himself.

Time passed again.

Much later the hummingbird returned with painful news.

Your sister is dead. She had died alone in the cave, no one to bury her or mourn her.

A heavy silence fell. A profound grief settled over the henhouse.

Those laying eggs stopped.

Others looking for corn scattered their seeds.

Those tending to their chicks briefly lost track of them.

The poison hurt less than the regret.

Why didn't we go sooner? they asked themselves.

Ignoring the distance and effort, they went to the cave, weeping and moaning. Well, now they had reason to visit her, but it was too late

Arriving at the cave, they saw no sign of the hen.

All that was left was a letter that said.

''In life, few will cross the street to stand in your way but many will cross the world to stand by your grave when you die.

And tears at funerals are not grief but remorse and regret''''