In the dawn's early light, a rooster stands tall and fair,
"I may look calm," he declares with a glare.
"But in my head, I've pecked you three times,"
A secret battle, in morning's prime.

His feathers shimmer, his gaze, it burns,
With each cock-a-doodle-doo, the world turns.
A ruler of the roost, in his mind's eye,
Where victories are silent and enemies fly.

In the kingdom of feathers, straw, and seeds,
He battles giants in his deeds.
With a crown of red and a cloak of gold,
His story of bravery, silently told.

So next time you hear his morning call,
Remember the battles that befall.
For in his head, he's a warrior true,
In the quiet morning, his spirit flew.

A rooster bold, in sunlight's embrace,
Wears a calm mask upon his face.
But beneath the calm, a warrior resides,
In the heart of the barnyard, his courage hides.

March 15, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop