Steve the Rooster

Drawing out from the spirit of Steve Crowing each morning singing to the light Six million dollar rooster In bionic terms I would lift him up all proud Aged about nine at the time He was the champion Lifting stones Feeding him worms Followed us like a dog He was the top rooster in the yard given to me as a pet I looked after him like royalty One sad day Home from school He went missing Calling for him in the garden Nowhere to be seen Mother shouts Dinner will be ready in five I asked if she saw Steve No was the reply A few minutes later Called in Sitting down at the table To a leg of chicken Accompanied with chips Finished eating My father began Roaring laughing When I asked about the rooster He laughed you just ate one of his legs I burst out crying Trying to get sick What a monster Balling out roaring crying My mother tried to put her arms around me I pushed her away Horrified at what she done Sure she cooked him I could not believe it Thinking she was always Very kind to me I was so sick could not believe Just ate my favorite pet Went to the bed Cried myself to sleep No more Steve Food of thought Watching out the window Before sleep As the dogs ate The last of him I still remember fondly With chips I see the light In your darkness Only now I crow In the light ~ ~ ~ ~