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Feathered Waltz
In sunlit fields where cluckers roam,
A dance begins, a feathery home.
With each soft step on earth they take,
The rhythm of life, a joyful quake.
Bright beaks peck at the morning dew,
While hens in gowns of amber hue,
Twirl round the coop with grace untold,
A ballet of warmth against the cold.
Roosters crow in bold serenade,
As the day unfolds, a grand parade.
In harmony, they strut and spin,
The cycle of life beneath their skin.
So here they dance, in vibrant array,
A chorus of joy in the dawn's first ray.
In the heart of the farm, where dreams take flight,
The dance of the chickens, a pure delight.
Wings of Sunset
As golden hues embrace the eve,
The fields alive with whispers weave,
From dusk's warm brush, the shadows rise,
In flapping dances, day bids goodbyes.
Silhouettes against the glowing sky,
Feathers flutter, spirits fly,
Chickens roam in painted light,
As twilight wraps them, soft and bright.
Each wingbeat echoes nature's song,
In tranquil spaces, they belong.
A farm unfolds in sunset's grace,
Where time stands still, and peace finds place.
The Dance of the Hens
In the morning light, they stretch and preen,
Hens in a flurry, a feathery scene.
Scratching the earth with curious claws,
Searching for treasures, nature's applause.
Their clucks fill the air, a soft, gentle song,
Beneath the clear skies, where they all belong.
Seeds of the past, buried deep in the loam,
Hens working together, far from their home.
With every peck, a tale to unfold,
Of patience and joy, and hearts made of gold.
In the dance of the hens, life's simple embrace,
A bond with the earth, a tranquil grace.
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