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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.