The last sunrise

As I ran past the truck at the break of dawn on Sunday, I heard the sound of chickens clucking. In a truck were cages stuffed with these birds, parked out a chicken shop. Did they knew that this would be last time they see the glorious sunrise? Were they saying bye to me? I ran faster pumping adrenalin, were they doing the same to stay alive?
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