Coop Rooster

Early times on given days

I crow inside the coop

Slowly checking overtime

Just dealing with the poop

Corn fed packs of heart attacks

Clucking set to wild

Sleep until they feather up

Then unwinds each child  

Some eggs rise to rumble

From the nightshades of their wars

Some rise slowly raking

To the simplest of their chores

Scratching for a future clear

Plucking at some eyes

Ranging round their feeding ground

Dodging ducks and flys

All the senior mommas run

To the crow of their own clocks

Lesser birds are shooed away

Far beyond the cocks

Some eggs will be cracking

Be they soft or hard inside

Each must face the morning 

Til they break to stroll outside

Intercession only

In each flying feathered fact

When hen clucking turns to squawking 

When hen peace turns to attack

I stand tall for the place I stand

In this paradise for pickin'

Think of me coop rooster

Master mentor to the chicken

-Hermit King-