Short Cockscomb Poems

cockscomb frozen
      entombed
a still art
          enframed

     ..what we see
is what it will be
           for me
             or thee...

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Chance Rooster had greatest cockscomb around.
The deepest, coppery color, shiny and sound.
He strutted his stuff.
Put on lots of guff.
Turning off most hens for miles around....

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He, being the all-powerful rooster, was pecking orders at the hens.
They were rolling their eyes and making fun, especially the twins.
He stopped strutting and demanded to know what they had said.
They told him, and his cockscomb turned a darker shade of red....

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I look out on the
wide whole world
and, in the new morning's 
Light,
I take measure of all
that
is not yet
Lost.

And
all that is
not yet
Found.

The clouds, now
reveal
to the out-turned ear
a brief frithering
as feathers brush the air
like a cockscomb brushing hair.

The geese pass.
Just ever-so-briefly
in sight, the geese
pass -
out of sight, 
out of listen,
out of mind,
out of memory;

their Lost, my Found....

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