Scratch Marks

My chicken feet etch the yard
To rattle the stones not yet in my gizzard
And say to these fellow hens
We are in this as a together

A substance that need not effable
To be worn as collective feedstuff
Feathered we are to this ground

Our marks will deny time
A stranglehold on these little necks
Who have eat to lay

Laid to bear
Born a world 
Without came first
Nor shall end