Like hatchling when mother chicken
Was oh, anyplace save her station
So have beak and feet, which lane
Has feed, how to tell well from hell
Oh it’s some adventure in the open
Field test subject to dangers, alone
Yea, no one to warn
Would love to catch cluck, cluck
Anybody? Not a tone
Greetings earthlings; void
This stone silence goes,
‘All you got is the rhythm
Of your heart to survive.’