The Time Has Come


From egg to chick
Watching
Them grow up,
From the spotted shell's white to a creamy yellow.
Why do they have to go?
We had raised them,
But,
This wasn't their home.
Remembering the first crack,
A sign of hope,
A cute little chick face, peeking out of the egg.
Then,
They had all hatched and the time had com to set them
Free

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