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Living Right





The Rooster


the rooster died this morning


cut off mid-crow

glossy feathers, bright eyes

cocky barnyard strut

gone


with a quick twist of the wrist


the rooster died this morning


he was all wrong


wrong gender

wrong time

wrong place


to his credit though

he lived like he was right

up to the very end


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onlyonemind
onlyonemind
Jun 03, 2021

Oh, how I would love to live

as if I was right

up to the very end!

Even if the end was coq au vin,

but alas I am of the quiet type,

no waking people up at 3AM

but still I can enjoy the memory of the rooster's struts

while I imagine saying bye

to what has often brought silence to my voice.

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Janet Best
Janet Best
May 24, 2021

Poor rooster, but what a great poem.


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jayjanet
jayjanet
May 18, 2021

Sad, but I'm sure it was necessary.

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buddecarlson
buddecarlson
May 18, 2021

It's all we can hope for, living right up to the end.

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