The Little Chicks - Poem by C.D. Xiang
Minuscule, dainty, flocculent and docile
Creations of the sun and beautiful sunflowers
Scent of fresh milks and esters
Flavorings of rose and chrysanthemums
With a gait that ensues admirable gazes
And a pristine temperament far from humans'
Soft and yet gleeful, brittle but determined
A tiny animal that soars from the status quo
Giving novelty to the prosaic, mechanized world.
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