Egg Song
Matilda the peregrine Chanticleer
Has taken up residence
Along the 18th Fairway
Chicken-walking pizzicato- pecking
Rearranging the leaf pile
Clawing with sharpened talons
Making herself at home
Laying her eggs randomly
Amongst golfers’ errant balls
Indistinguishable from a distance
Her plaintive egg song
Like the golfers’ call
Lost in the Wind
Copyright © Ken Davis | Year Posted 2018
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