In the heart of Bahamian neighborhoods, where the sea breeze blows,
A curious enigma unfolds, a mystery no one truly knows.
Free roaming chickens, with feathers bright and eyes keen,
Appear around the islands, yet where they came from remains unseen.
They wander through urban streets, a part of island life,
With roosters crowing at dawn, cutting through morning's quiet strife.
As the first light glimmers, one crows to greet the day,
Another far away replies, with a call that's here to stay.
Each rooster’s voice distinct, a song in the island's air,
Creating a symphony of nature, echoing everywhere.