The Last Crow Poem by Tony Adah

On the eve of the day before Christmas
A sound signal was added to.my neighborhood
The ships returned from Limbe in the Cameroons
And blared their tumultuous sound
A rooster came from a certain farm
And blared his crow on the hour
And won't let us hear a word.

I promise all this will be gone
On the day after Christmas
The rooster with great effrontery
Yelled a pitch of his crow
To replace the giggle of generators
When public power supply has been fairly constant
That was the last crow
We heard of him
On the morning of boxing day
He was recaptured from his tether
And boxed into a pot
Somewhere in the kitchen
For a pepper sauce
To ward off the wintry wind.