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
You even try to wake the sun
with all your cock-a-doodle-dooing
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...
Come and worship Him
I will awaken the dawn."
3 comments:
Enjoyed reading. Great photos!
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.
Good point. Love the pictures--you take good ones. Thanks for sharing.
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