photo courtesy of KL Caley
He could hear the sound of water
echoing through the walls of his shell.
He remembered other sounds
but couldn’t hear them now.
The soft, muffled movements
of his siblings faded away,
and his world grew cold.
Pecking at the wall of his shell,
Was it time to escape?
Try as he might, his feeble pecks
did not release him from his prison.
The sound of water grew louder,
and he felt movement. Time passed,
and there was silence in his world.
Warmth returned, and he pecked again.
Too weak to continue, there was a loud crack.
The broken shell fell away,
he saw his family for the first time.
Bright eyes and soft feathers
welcomed him, and he sighed,
Grateful to be alive and happy…
©JayeMarie2023
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 
A super poem, Jaye. I always wonder how those chicks make it out. So glad they do.
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Thanks John. I don’t write a lot of poetry, that’s usually my sisters job, but something about that image got me going!
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whew! For a minute I was scared for that chick! Well done! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Penny… 💕
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Great write My Friend. Have a wonderful day.
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Thanks, I’m glad you liked it, Goff…
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Pleasure. Happy Writing My Friend.
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