The Rooster Poem by Randy McClave

I looked at him and then I thought
Did he really get what he had sought,
Over there with others he sits bragging
And no one is ragging.
I watch him now as he inflates his chest
As others he is still trying to impress,
Then now he begins to strut about
While with brags and boasts he does shout.
I don't know what he did or done
But, surely and sincerely he must have had fun
As I watch him joke and laugh
Now everyone congratulates him with a slap on the back.
Everyone is now listening to him
As though his every word spoken is a gem,
Now there is one fact that I do know
Sometimes even a rooster, likes to hear itself crow.

Randy L. McClave