Tracy Mcfayden Poet Free verse

That Cockerel

4.30 cockerel crows,
Turn over back to sleep,
4.50 it crows again,
Cockerel is doing my head in,
It crows yet again,
May as well get up.

Sitting in the garden in the sun, 
Cockerel still crowing at half past ten,
Blocking it out as best I can,
Stay sitting in the sun,
Crowing yet again.

Next morning 4am not again,
Cockadoodledoo it goes,
"Belt up" I yell closing the window, 
Neighbours up in arms,
With lack of sleep,
Cockerel moved peace at last.

       5am cockadoodledoo  I give up.

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Lindsay Laurie September 27, 2020 at 10:11 PM G’day Tracy … very good. Easy to imagine your frustration. Thankfully roosters are banned in urban areas of our shire - thank you Tracy - Lindsay Tracy Mcfayden September 28, 2020 at 12:52 AM Hiya. I live in a rural village but that cockerel could be heard at the other end of the village. It had been dumped in a wood the lady who found it brought it home and put it at the bottom of her field well away from her house. It's now living just outside the village where it wont disturbed anyone.

Rico Leffanta September 27, 2020 at 11:42 AM You must live Hawai'i! Aloha! Rico Tracy Mcfayden September 27, 2020 at 11:56 AM Nope in the uk