Mother's Vigilance

In the shadowed nest, a mother hen watches over her brood, Her feathers a testament to the trials they've endured. With eyes alert, she guards the eggs that remain, And the chicks that have hatched, with their downy, fledgling refrain. The earthy scent of the ground, a primordial nest, Cradles the family, in a moment of tender rest. The mother's vigilance, a shield against the night, Protects the vulnerable, in the soft, golden light. The chicks, with their beaks open, and their fragile might, Peck at the ground, in the warm, earthy delight. The eggs, a promise of new life, yet to unfold, Lie beside them, in the dark, rich soil, so cold. The mother's presence, a comforting, sheltering shade, Envelops the brood, in a love that's not afraid. In this fleeting moment, all is right with the world, As the hen and her chicks, in harmony, unfurl.