The Cockerel
Strutting a glowing plumage;
. The cockerel stood akimbo,
Lord of the manor, realm in view,
All the hens rambunctious,
As unease pervades the realm,
Skirmishes here and there.
Lo, above the sky
A marauding crow, swooping,
Swooping and picking a hen,
In the realm of the cockerel,
. For a meal, a meal fit for a crow.
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2017
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