In southeastern light, where she began,
A almost-dud egg, hushed in her shell,
A pipping whisper cut through the calm,
And life emerged, frail yet determined.
For years she wandered in spirit\'s warmth,
An indoor pet, in a world of soft sighs,
To scratch at the earth and nibble on dreams,
Peanut, a beacon of everyday grace.
At twenty springs, with feathers like dusk,
Her legacy of eggs laid a fertile ground,
Grand chicks now flutter, unseen past echoes,
Nature\'s quiet miracle in her yard.
Time, like a gentle hand, eases the heart,
In her meandering steps, wisdom takes form,
Each cluck a testament to love\'s slow dance,
And life’s sweet cadence, tender and true.
So let the seasons weave their tapestry,
As generations laugh under the same sky,
For Peanut, the oldest, a life richly lived,
In the quiet of a backyard, sings the tale.