Day a Rooster Got Into My Face
I had nearly left the discomfort of the barnyard with some grace
when a roaming raring rooting rioting rooster got into my face
he chased me for a mile, and I felt more than a tiny bit of disgrace.
what are you doing? Someone asked me. Um…just a little race.
that mean fowl bit my ankle, and I landed upside down on my face.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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