
Spring Chickens
Beaks opening calcium doors
a furious, curious peck at a time,
mad escape hatch scurry,
helmeted with half-shells,
their hustle and bustling rush
black-streaked and golden,
their new-born footprints
fresh on the mind:
pure gold of spring,
fresh-hatched chickens
winged dandelions dancing
bright snapshots of dawn.
Delightful!
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