In the quiet dawn, where whispers weave,Chickens stir, as dreams take leave.Their gentle clucks, like morning’s sigh,Awake the world beneath the sky.Feathers glisten in the early light,A dance of warmth, a simple delight.Beaks peck softly at the earth’s embrace,In fields of green, they find their place.Underneath the sun’s golden hue,They wander wide, as breezes blew.Each step a tale, each glance a song,In the world’s vast stage, they belong.As shadows stretch in the fading glow,To the coop, their stories flow.Night descends, with stars unfurled,And chickens rest, in their small world.