Animal poetry

Jenny Moxham, They will never know a Spring

As I walked along the street today

My heart began to sing

For I passed a mass of daffodils

And I felt the joy of Spring.

I marveled at the colours

Of the blossom everywhere

And it filled my heart with joy

To see the trees no longer bare.

Then I thought of all the animals

And no more my heart could sing

And I ached for all the millions

Who will never know a Spring.

I thought of pigs in factory farms

In squalid filthy pens

And I thought of spider-ridden sheds

Stacked up with battery hens.

They'll never feel a ray of sun,

Their hearts will never sing,

Locked away from life and beauty

They will never know a Spring.