Monday, May 16, 2011

Mr. Chanticleer


What a handsome dude you are                

You strut your stuff for all the hens

You flap your wings, puff out your chest 
and crow “How cool, how cool am I”

You flaunt your spurs, you don't retreat
from any foe, you're always king              








You even try to wake the sun              
with all your cock-a-doodle-dooing
You jar me from my sleep instead        
Be careful, you may lose your head  
You think you rule the roost
but remember
You're just a chicken.





Or maybe...

"I will awaken the dawn...
I praise the One who gave me breath  
Come and worship Him
I will awaken the dawn."

3 comments:

Bea said...

Enjoyed reading. Great photos!

David said...

As I started reading and going through this poem I wondered if there would be an ironic or paradoxical kind of meaning in the end. And sure enough! The photos are excellent!

David K.

angeline said...

Good point. Love the pictures--you take good ones. Thanks for sharing.