Mindy Browne - A Chicken's Rights

A small heart beats
Within the tiny egg.
How can life be in there?
In such a small way?

A mother hen awaits,
Her little chicks birth.
Sitting in a warm dry nest,
She clucks softly and chirps.

A large crack appears,
On the eggshells smooth surface.
The chick greets the new world,
Feathers fluffing all out.

He stumbles and he peeps.
Looking at you with his curious eye.
He follows his mom closely,
Careful not to stray far from ehr side.

He will soon grow up,
Be a strong smart chicken.
But maybe he will be killed,
To be plucked and eaten.

How could we kill,
Such a young, cute chick?
So loyal and trusting,
We're just sick.

Mindy Browne

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