When I hear the waddle waddle,
I take a seat,
In the sunny coop
Where the world feels sweet.
I hear feathers a-fluff-fluff
And hens a cluck-cluck cheer.
These plucky pals
Make my worries disappear.
Their little feet scratch, pecking at the ground;
In their chicken chatter, solace can be found.
With every soft coo, my heart starts to sway
Who knew that chickens could brighten my day?
They strut their stuff on a feathered stage;
In this farm theater, my stress starts to fade.
I giggle as they scratch; so silly I cry,
Like tiny comedians beneath the clear blue sky.
When I hear the waddle waddle,
It’s time to unwind.
In their gentle presence,
True peace I find.
So here’s to my chickens,
My feathery friends.
With their warm little hearts,
My joy never ends.
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Author:
Bratty (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
That is a lovely dedication to your feathered friends, i happen to find them one of the funniest birds around, enjoyed the read.
They are good company. Thank you!
You are very welcome
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