Sitting, listening to a little music as the night edges towards another bright new day. A little bit of Love, a sweet song called ‘Live And Let Live’ inspired this little flapdoodle. Call it a flight of fantasy?

Ruffled Feathers.

There’s a cocky rooster next door,
Calls to me every morning at four,
Now, I’m told I need my beauty sleep,
So, rooster, crow again, what will you reap?

He sits upon the dividing fence,
His wake-up call causes me offence,
When I warn of the justice I’ll dispense
My neighbor shrugs with in-deaf-erence.

This dark morn, roused from a sleep so deep
I kept the promise I swore- loudly- I’d keep,
At last I’ll be sleeping sound once more
Thanks to one blast from the 12 bore.

 

©Obbverse.