The Interlude
Such grace, such panache, such gait
As he takes his long, slow and
Steady strides everywhere he goes
All have no choice but to stare
At his sweet, long and slender legs
Broad chest lined with muscles, so refined
They so befit his slender figure
As he approaches all the ladies fidget
Their children scurry about the place
But as soon as he sees her, he knows
And begins his chase as they engage
In what he perceives to be foreplay
She runs flies about and tries
Her best for speed but he persists
As he gets closer, she gets desperate
But her desperation and fear brings
With it perspiration and her strength wanes
In one final drive fueled by desire
He closes in, holds her down and beds her
Defiled she shakes herself clean and gets up
PROUD he moves on with a swollen chest
Bright eyes and a head held high
Feeling that he has taken what is rightly his
As he moves on children return to their mothers
Who had all ran for cover
Appeased the cock holds his peace
Waiting for another chase later in the day.
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