The Valley that Calls by Deniz Besim - HTML preview

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These Yellow Chicks

 

Enter the farm, behold the new-born chicks,

Seconds ago did they hatch from the egg.

Provide them an extra supply of seeds

They're stumbling over their feathers fluffy

They chirp continuously in bright yellow

Cheering up the horizon's skies so soft.

 

The chirpy chicks touch us, their noise so soft

So much life.  Give them the chance to be chicks

They are the result of a yolk-yellow

Spare us the opening crack of an egg

Let them chirp like this in forms so fluffy

Let them delight with this presence of seeds.

 

As chirpy yellow chicks peck at the seeds

It's tempting to touch them, they look so soft.

I hold one in my hands, it feels fluffy

The softest fluff I've ever felt, these chicks

Need never have become a scrambled egg

This reminder that their yolk is yellow.

 

Embryo cast, destined to be yellow

Now exuberant life feeding on seeds.

What would the result be eating the egg?

Why must we sacrifice cute chicks so soft?

Why not let them be?  Let them just be chicks.

Let them exist in our realm so fluffy.

 

My thoughts as I stroke this chick so fluffy

Perceive the sun in glorious yellow

Cheering me up brightly - as are these chicks.

I offer my hand out containing seeds

They peck at it with cutest beaks so soft

They happily chirp, thankful for the egg

 

That breed their lives - their own gracious egg

Transforms yolks to materials fluffy.

Chickens look after them, their feathers soft

Chickens no longer in chick-form yellow

Yet with them they like to peck out their seeds

Bearing in mind, they look after the chicks.

 

Hens warm up the egg that breeds us these chicks

In their own fluffy colours, pecking seeds,

Hens too look soft, no longer in yellow.