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Communion of Roosters

By Samuel Schaefer



Sat in the hen-house,

The rooster clucks,

Prior to his fulfillment of Prime

 

“Have you ever thought about “cock-a-doodle-doo?”

Saith one rooster ponderously.

“How my call beckons to the man?

And the man responds

As if my cock-a-doodle-doo means something

When it's nothing but sound.”

 

Is a prayer nought but sound?

When it proceeds from the mouth

Small or large.

Yet every morning—my call and his response

—a crow like a prayer.

How curious?”

 

And with that he defecated. 

And called out, “cock-a-doodle-doo!”

To wake the farmer.






first published in Voeglin View
 

Samuel Schaefer writes for American Spectator, Front Porch Republic, and the Voeglin View. He lives in Tallahassee, FL.

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