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Rooster Rooster

Peck peck peck

Why is there a comb above your neck?

You have no hair upon your head

Why don’t you use a brush instead?

Rooster Rooster 

Scratch scratch scratch

When are your children going to hatch?

What’s the point of having you stay

If you’ll let your bloodline die away?

Rooster Rooster

Cluck cluck cluck

Who let your brood-hens run amuck?

There’s hawks and rats and fox out there

They’ll soon leave your chicken coop bare.

Rooster Rooster

Fluff fluff fluff

You apparently don’t know your stuff

If you don’t get your butt in gear

I’ll soon give you something to fear!

I’ll give you to KFC you little chicken nugget

The best love we make is to the sound of rain on the old tin roof.

Just you and I in that bug ole barn.

Layin in your arms, lookin at them stars.

Prayin to God to keep the night young.

Lookin in his eyes, thinking this could be it.

Waking up and going wherever the wind takes us.

Down them backroads threw them city lights.

Going every which waym tryin to find a better place.

And in the morning light we'll be alright, just as long as it's you and I in the big ole barn.

@Sarah Faist

As I cracked the window,

The aroma of honeysuckle filled the car,

And I drove beyond the lake,

Down the winding road and past the old barn,

And before I reached the driveway,

I could smell the lilac bushes in your yard.

Opening the front door my perception shifts

Into a world long forgotten,

And though in the past,

So very present as I stood alone,

There in the stillness,

Waiting for the future to unfold

At my command,

Quenching my lust for suspense,

The silence shaken abruptly.

I turned to look, gasping…grasping for,

Reality, was peering through the glass

As the funeral car pulls in the drive,

And the memory of one so dear…stays alive.