Herbie by anniemation, hmatienzo

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A fully rigged Silkie chicken complete with extra toe.



The Ode of Daisy's Dawn

Oh, little Daisy, the golden chick so rare,
With vision dimmed beneath the shadows’ veil,
In a world of clucks, uncertainty laid bare—
Each peck a painful story, each glance a tale.

The coop was cruel; her sisters turned away,
In feathers fluffed with spiteful disdain,
But under the deck, she chose to stay
Where whispers of comfort softly caressed her pain.

Alone in her realm, dust motes danced around,
Each heartbeat a hymn of hope's quiet song.
The humans observed and wisdom found:
Silkies like Herbie could right what was wrong.

With gentle wings and knowing eyes aglow,
She showed her to peck at dreams long deferred—
“Fear not the dark,” she’d encourage low,
“For even in near blindness, your spirit’s unheard.”

Together they scratched in newfound delight;
Daisy now basked in sun’s soft embrace.
No longer confined to a life shunned from light,
Her heart learned to dance; she found her own grace.

Yet challenges lingered—the fierce Murderpeep,
And Rocky's sharp beak bore down with intent.
But united with Herbie—a bond woven deep—
Daisy rose stronger; her heart unbent.

Oh feathered phoenix! From shadows you soar!
Through trials you blossomed in luminance bright—
For even when doubts lay heavy ashore,
You turn every struggle into purest flight.