That's Death

You have good days and bad I suppose.
That's life.
Yesterday was definitely not one of the best I've ever had.
A stupid email that I wished I had never sent.
I wanted to go into my clothes cupboard and close the door behind me
crouch down and moan.
Then in the same 24 hours, as if sent to punish me, the local fox
did for all my chickens. Only the big cockerel survived the attack.
The heads were all bitten off.
It's all terribly quiet here.
It's my fault.
I didn't close their little trap door last night.
Something I usually do but not always.