Ken Davis Poet Free verse

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

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Leo Larry Amadore June 23, 2018 at 10:24 AM I very much enjoyed your poem. It is a concise and elegant word picture that presents an unusual and yet believable scene that delights and amuses. I hope Matilde, the imperious and wandering "peregrine Chanticleer", continues to enjoy that fairway!