An Early Wake Up Call
The early sun rose from behind the hills.
It was a wake-up call for me.
Full of pep, I flew atop the post
One of many that surrounded the hen pen.
I gave my best rendition of a poultry reveille.
My lovely harem came to my call.
Some ruthless spoilt sport hated me.
Was it unreasonable to be wakened up
At such an early morning?
A boot came flying out of the window
Hitting me on my head.
Down I fell onto the hard ground,
Lay still, dizzy with the blow.
My hens ran around clucking, afraid.
Mine was an unyielding demanding
For though old, I did love them all
Now I just lay there deflated
Alas, I was past my prime.
For now, I lost the symbol of my pride!
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2022
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