In the gentle light of dawn they wander,Feathers ruffled by the whispering breeze,Clucking softly as they ponder,Amongst the dew-kissed grass and trees.
Their eyes, like beacons of quiet wisdom,Survey the world with tender grace,In every peck, a rhythmic freedom,A dance of life they gently embrace.
The sun climbs higher, casting shadows,On beaks and wings of gold and brown,Their chorus fills the open meadows,A symphony in this rural town.
As stars emerge in twilight’s cover,They nestle close in peaceful rest,Dreaming dreams of days discovered,In the coop where hearts are blessed.