Chicken's; stuffed in battery cages

A child's sandaled feet sunk into the chicken shed. She hadn't thought to put on her socks but now wished that she had done so. Sawdust mingled with dried chicken dropping; rolling together and creating a painful mess. The cries in that shed; voices begging for relief as well as light. Allowed to peck in the earth, dig in her grand-father's land ....before their necks were wrung.

They lived, two feathery bodies with sharp beaks and beady eye's in battery cages; stacked up like tenements. Claws cage walking and talking together in their own sorry way....there in the darkness and the rotten smells. They ate in the dark and drank in the dark and rolled their eggs in the dark, collected in something that looked like part of a house's discarded guttering.
It didn't seem fair that this was their life until the day their laying egg's was done. They would be dragged from their den of darkness and desolation into the daylight. Dead, but still kicking, their life blood flowed away into the beautiful earth....out into the sunlight at last but to late!