The Rooster Poem by Judith Skillman

The Rooster

Rating: 3.5


Those who romanticize morning
hear it only at dawn.

The ones who suspect foods of poison
listen for it after the hour of noon.

And some betray their lovers
just to revel in its old song

sung on commission in the territories
of spring, oh yes, after sunset.

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Judith Skillman

Judith Skillman

Syracuse, New York
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