In Life's Barnyard

Absolutely, this is not the home
of the Little Red Hen of fable fame
to whom no one offered willing assistance
in reaping the grain and grinding it
then helping to bake the bread
whose heavenly fragrance brought
all the disinterested 'helpers' to
the dinner table, complacent in
their entitlement to enjoy the bread
representing the little hen's labours.
No, when this household first
assembled itself, an unspoken and
fervent desire to partner in all
tasks and enjoy their rewards
established the order of our
tandem lives. Though there are
indeed tasks monopolized by one
or the other, a division of equality
still pervades our lives, together
working to achieve mutual
satisfaction with the finished product
of our long, loving and happy lives
together, this  hen and rooster.