Being free
Falling to freedom,
the chicks find themselves lonely,
It is the place-home
Falling forward
Time rushes past them,
They do not realize how fast.
Soon, it has vanished.
Chickens
It is there time now,
Where they grow to find their moms.
But they fly away.
Flight
They jump and they go,
Falling upward to the sky.
The sound of the air.
Life for chicks
The time slips away,
We desperately grab hold.
Some pass while some fail.
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