Cock Of The North © Jenny Chantler 2008

Reading by Thraves Thraveson

Although it makes me glad to know
You’ve found a mound on which to crow,
A flock to manage gamefully,
A place to strut, a chance to preen,
Your climbing spurs sliced up my breast
Until my sweetness failed at last.
Now, spitting out humility,
I wish your cockerel R.I.P.