Poetic Verses
Those Chickens
What a sound so loud in the morning
Is is made by those roosters crowing
It pierce the air and so shrill
There is those cockerels, trying too but not yet got the drill
In the morning sunlight a hen is clucking
As she forages for food to feed those chickens
And in that light one can the composition of the brood
The colour distribution can induce a good mood
But Alas on taking a look in the garden
The earth is scattered in all directions
That happy sound emitted, is an indication
That she has something fit for digestion
Be careful how you dare to go near
And to those little one give a scare
She will come at you in anger and full blast
So either defend or try to get away fast
Then in time there is that differentiation
Brought about by the stages of maturation
As those pullets and cockerels head towards maturity
One could imagine the numbers when they have a family
I could remember the days when they I used to raise
It seems like something domestication erase
In the situation even the rooster when face with a predator
Would take to the sky to avoid the danger
Now some people want them to be brought under control
The increasing population has made the bold
And one can see them so often pecking
In those acres and those crops destroying
Is is made by those roosters crowing
It pierce the air and so shrill
There is those cockerels, trying too but not yet got the drill
In the morning sunlight a hen is clucking
As she forages for food to feed those chickens
And in that light one can the composition of the brood
The colour distribution can induce a good mood
But Alas on taking a look in the garden
The earth is scattered in all directions
That happy sound emitted, is an indication
That she has something fit for digestion
Be careful how you dare to go near
And to those little one give a scare
She will come at you in anger and full blast
So either defend or try to get away fast
Then in time there is that differentiation
Brought about by the stages of maturation
As those pullets and cockerels head towards maturity
One could imagine the numbers when they have a family
I could remember the days when they I used to raise
It seems like something domestication erase
In the situation even the rooster when face with a predator
Would take to the sky to avoid the danger
Now some people want them to be brought under control
The increasing population has made the bold
And one can see them so often pecking
In those acres and those crops destroying
