Musing: Baby Chicken

The days hours go fast
The sun makes all lazy
Then came two strange looking birds
Straying away from the hen brood
To come sit beside me
Ignoring their mother hens calls
Funny birds!
But they were all sitting beside me
Listening to the airy wind
And the sounds coming from trees
Maybe they thought I was their father!


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