Cozy Haven for the Hens Poem

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In the yard, there stands a humble abode,
A haven for the hens, a cozy abode.
A chicken coop, so sturdy and stout,
Where feathered friends are safe from any doubt.
With walls of wood, and roof so high,
The chickens roost and lay eggs nearby.
A nesting box with straw so sweet,
Where eggs are laid, a daily feat.
A door that swings, to let them out,
To peck and scratch, and roam about.
But when the sun goes down each night,
They return to their coop, a familiar sight.
Protected from the wind and rain,
The chicken coop is their domain.
A sanctuary, warm and snug,
With perches for resting, a cozy hug.
The clucking and flapping, a cheerful sound,
As hens lay eggs, all nestled and round.
The chicken coop, a home so dear,
Where feathered friends feel safe and clear.
So here's to the chicken coop, a haven so grand,
Where hens lay eggs, as nature planned.
A simple structure, yet a treasure so fine,
A shelter for the chickens, rain or shine.