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 © | Year Posted 2017

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