Chickens In The Yard Eating Craklin Bread Crumbs Poem by Bull Hawking

My morning movie's you asleep
Twirl your lazy locks
Kiss your burnished brow....to rouse
We'll sip a second cup....aft deck

For a laugh
Warm your maple icing donut
Bacon crumbles if you like
listen to the birds

And say so little
Like the sunrise over shades crest road
we'll breathe magnolia's mourning air
Trip past Leland cypress sentries
To our clandestine hideaway

Let's cut cane like sylvilagus
Run the rocks like rainbow trout
think my pipes are full of lust
I love you like I always do