All the Little Ones Poem


Out in the yard there are so many little ones.

Some brightly colored and others camouflaged.

Like little Easter eggs scattered for the enjoyment of others.

What is a hen to do?

There are so many dangers to warn of.

So it moves to a higher ground.

Up beyond the reach of all the little ones.

But always within call.

All the little ones may panic.

Thinking that their parent has abandoned them entirely.

But all they have to do is listen to know they were never alone.


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