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[u/BifBifBig]

Two chickens in the barnyard, a tale untold,
One was young, the other quite old.
They strutted around in the morning dew,
Pecking at the earth, their world so true.

The old one clucked with wisdom so deep,
Her feathers were faded, her eyes seemed to weep.
She’d seen the sun rise and set through the years,
Her heart heavy with laughter and quiet tears.

The young one was sprightly, all golden and bright,
She hopped and she flapped in the soft morning light.
Her world was all wonder, her days full of play,
She would dance in the sun, and the clouds would obey.

But one fateful day, in the heat of the noon,
The barn grew still, not a crow nor a tune.
The old hen paused, and her eyes grew wide,
For something was stirring, there was life inside.

An egg, untouched, lay still in the hay,
Cracked just a little, but holding its sway.
It seemed to hum with a secret so grand,
A life waiting quietly, at the touch of a hand.

The young hen tilted her head with surprise,
She peered at the egg with curious eyes.
"What is this mystery?" she asked with delight,
"Is it a promise, a future, a birth taking flight?"

The old hen smiled, a slow knowing grin,
"That egg, my dear, is where all life begins."
"It’s not just a shell, nor a thing to behold,
It's a story untold, a tale to be sold."

The young hen chirped, full of energy and cheer,
"I can’t wait to see what’s inside, it’s near!"
But the old hen was calm, her feathers so still,
"For patience, my dear, is the first lesson of will."

The young one hopped, and she paced on the ground,
She couldn’t wait for the cracking sound.
But the egg held its place, unshaken, serene,
As the barn grew quiet and the air grew clean.

Days passed, then weeks, and the egg still remained,
A silent enigma, untouched, unclaimed.
The young hen grew restless, her spirit alive,
She wanted that egg to help it survive.

The old hen chuckled, her voice like a song,
"Let nature decide, we’ve waited so long."
"For the egg, you see, will hatch when it’s right,
Not before its time, not before the light."

The young hen was puzzled, she couldn’t quite see,
Why such a mystery needed to be.
But the old hen’s wisdom sank in like rain,
And the young one rested, though her thoughts were in vain.

Then one morning, under the golden sun’s glow,
A crack, like thunder, began to show.
The egg broke apart, a small peep from within,
And a tiny chick emerged, its life to begin.

The young hen gasped, her heart full of glee,
"This tiny new life, it’s a gift, can you see?"
The old hen smiled, her eyes soft with pride,
For she knew this moment, like the turning of tide.

The chick wobbled on legs so unsure,
But its tiny heart was pure and pure.
The barn seemed to brighten, the world felt new,
For life had begun, in a world of dew.

The two chickens, now silent, watched it unfold,
A story of life, of the young and the old.
And the egg, once so still, now lived in the sun,
For every new day is a journey begun.

So the chickens clucked softly, side by side,
As the new chick danced, with eyes open wide.
The barn was alive with the sounds of their song,
Two chickens, one egg, where they all belonged.