As dawn breaks, a chorus fills the air,
Feathers rustle with the morning breeze.
Chickens stir from their nightly lair,
Beneath the soft glow of the sun’s tease.

Their clucks and crows, a melody bright,
Echo through the barnyard wide.
Each note a testament to their delight,
As they roam with graceful stride.

Golden, white, and speckled brown,
Their plumes a tapestry of the earth.
Pecking, scratching, heads down,
In search of seeds, they prove their worth.

As day turns to dusk, their song remains,
A gentle reminder of life’s simple joys.
In the coop, they nestle, free of chains,
Dreaming of tomorrow’s clucking noise.