The Old Cock Poem by Tony Adah
The Old Cock
The old cock crowed
Nobody heard
We could only see the fire
On its head
It was no fire
Because flies perched there.
The old scaly feet hardly stand
It could hear only itself speak
All quills fallen
And a bleeding beak
In frail bouts
It incessantly shook its head
Still it was the territorial manager.
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: age
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