Laying like the wind.

I love my chickens,
and they love me,
it is quite clear
to see.
As they lay their eggs
and pop them out
for, how many days,
but three!!!
What a surprise that
greets my eyes;
three eggs a day
gets me!!!

Beauty is a Happy Chick

Beauty may be in the heart,
Or in the face, perhaps.
But I think beauty lies,
In happy chicks on laps.
Their little fluffy faces
Fill my heart with glee.
Hey, maybe the beauty
Also lies inside of me!
Chicks, when happy, may 
Help the spirit rise.
You'll be enchanted to
Stare into their eyes.
Beauty is a happy chick,
Sitting in my lap.
And, while there,
They are bound to take a nap!
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Spider

Spider was my girl.
She just passed away.
Spider was crazy,
I'm sorry to say.
She was a hen
of extreme wildness.
She never ever layed an egg
in any store-bought nest.
In fact, she had NEVER
layed a single egg.
She had odd swollen toes
and tiny short legs.
I think she was a good one
I loved her an awful lot.
Now my girl is gone
and nice, this day was not.

Cranky says:"Where is my sister?"

The Empty Eggs.

The eggs were empty, not a chick moved inside.
The eggs were empty, not a chick was alive.
The eggs were cold, and hollow, too.
The eggs were cold, you could see through.
The eggs were hanging on a string,
just a simple sign of spring.
The yolk inside was long gone,
emptied out by someone.
How sad to see an empty sphere,
without a little chickie there.
How pitiful to pass it by,
and not feel to say hi.
Nothing inside, not a thing.
Nothing on that empty-egg string.

Quta, a poem of a chick named Deadbirdie.

Deadbirdie is quta, she's quta to me.
Deadbirdie is quta, it's easy to see.
Deadbirdie is perfect, in every way.
Deadbirdie is perfect, it's easy to say.
Deadbirdie's a loudmouth, she screeches alot.
Deadbirdie's a loudmouth, because she is hot.
Deadbirdie is friendly, she really is sweet.
Deadbirdie is friendly, she says hi with a tweet.
Deadbirdie's a lugnut, with big black eyes.
Deadbirdie's a lugnut, hit her and she'll despise.
Deadbirdie's a cutie, a cookie headed freak.
Deadbirdie's a cutie, a lardy tummied geek.
Deadbirdie's made of seed, and the food she eats.
Deadbirdie's made of seed, and yummy sweets.
Deadbirdie's my chick, she was bratty today.
Deadbirdie's my chick, I love her any way.
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Deadbirdie!!!

Spring fever.

Spring had better hurry.
For the chicks,I worry.
Chilly weather makes them stiffen.
Who wants to eat a frozen chicken?