Chanticleer

Roosters crow

Throughout the day

Not just at dawn

The neighbors’ new rooster

Sleeps late before trumpeting his supremacy

Punctuates the heat of the day

With a plaintive call

That echoes on the wind

That rustles the shade

I imagine he’s calling to his harem

That he wants to get laid

They will of course

Being laying hens

More than a little

Fowl

 

 

David Trudel  ©  2012

 

 

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