a poem about a baby chick

lise

In the Brooder
9 Years
Apr 12, 2010
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Little Chickie warm and snug,
scratched the dirt, and ate a bug,
fluffed her feathers, settled close,
watched by mama, who loves her most.

Each morning, they go outside,
sometimes Chickie takes a ride,
up on mama's warm broad back,
far from things that bark or quack.

Eating worms, and pecking seeds,
momma clucks, and Chickie heeds.
Little Chickie, warm and fed,
Goes back home and goes to bed.

-Lise Carter
 
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aaawwwww!
 
Great poem. And my little hen really does talk to her babies. It is just amazing to me that they seem to know exactly what she wants them to do. And they do ride on her back.
 
i am in love with them too i have one named as lonely because she lost 3 of her family members i dont know were they brothers or sisters or friends or what ever but it stayed alone so i love it and your poem i lovely i cant bear my happiness that someone else r crazy about them like me :)
 

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