I fly all day, in and out, in search of prey
Chicks at home , happily chirp and play
Twilight dawns to mark the end of day
Time for nest to rest, wait for break of day.
Chicks sound asleep all through the night
An eerie sound wakes me up in a fright
Foes at large, makes me sit on my toes
Night of broken sleep, wait for break of light.
Life is one of strife, day after day
Hunger and thirst rule the roost everyday
Yet there is a joy, I am not a bird in a cage
Free to be as I wish to be, till the end of my age
Thank Heaven I am not born as a hen
From birth till death, rot in a butchers den.
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