The Hen. The Lichen.

Lichens, regardless of conventions,

Exist in only two dimensions,

A life restricted to a plane,

On rocks and stones a greenish stain,

They live upon the simplest fare,

A drop of dew, a breath of air.

Contrast them with the greedy Hen,

And her most careless regimen,

She shuns the barren stones and rocks,

And thrives upon the garbage box.

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