The Interlude

Such grace, such panache, such gait As he takes his long, slow and Steady strides everywhere he goes All have no choice but to stare At his sweet, long and slender legs Broad chest lined with muscles, so refined They so befit his slender figure As he approaches all the ladies fidget Their children scurry about the place But as soon as he sees her, he knows And begins his chase as they engage In what he perceives to be foreplay She runs flies about and tries Her best for speed but he persists As he gets closer, she gets desperate But her desperation and fear brings With it perspiration and her strength wanes In one final drive fueled by desire He closes in, holds her down and beds her Defiled she shakes herself clean and gets up PROUD he moves on with a swollen chest Bright eyes and a head held high Feeling that he has taken what is rightly his As he moves on children return to their mothers Who had all ran for cover Appeased the cock holds his peace Waiting for another chase later in the day.