And, in the Evening,
When life calls from
The mother bird's
Throat....
Her chicks will ruffle,
Answer, await her
Downsweeping wings...
Meaning everythings
Alright, you're fed,
And, now, you'll
Be warm
For the Night.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meanings-for-chicks/
