Friday, 29 April 2016

Ode to a Cockerel



Poor Cock, you have no arms but I
Have two, I can’t imagine why
God should in all his glorious might
Abandon you to such a plight

From dawn to dusk you scratch around
With two feet firmly on the ground
But adding to your list of woes
You are endowed with just three toes

Poor cock is that the reason why
You waken me with anguished cries
For I myself, if so endowed
Would surely cry out just as loud

Yet just today, with one leg raised
You stood and so God should be praised
For if distracted at the last
He might have left just one leg cast

And though your wings won’t let you fly
Like other birds that grace the sky
Your frantic flaps from floor to fence
Escape the tomcat’s false pretence

And so you strut around the yard
The chicken’s handsome bodyguard
That humans blessed with hands (like me) 
Should learn to feel humility

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