The Cock Crowed Poem by Raymond Farrell

The cock crowed
Not once, not twice, not thrice
But incessantly
Let there be Light
Let there be Light
Eventually, his crowing
Broke through my dreams
And aroused me
To the point
I stumbled somnambulantly
Into the kitchen
And put the coffee on
The familiar smell
Of perking coffee
Woke me up
I went out and sat
On the back deck
I saw a faint glow
Spread across the eastern sky
Then shafts of light
Broke through the horizon
The cock stopped crowing
And there was light.