The Cockerel and his Hens

Written by: gautami phookan

                                        The cockerel sits perched
                                           High on the barn roof
                                         Head drooping, waiting--
                                     For the first light from heav'n
                                                    To crow.

                                          Them hens look furtively
                                          For the hidden crannies,
                                            To lay their wee eggs
                                      Leaving no trail, those places
                                           From my eyes obscure.

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