OUR TURKEY COCK

There he stiffly stands, so busy and proud,

While his fathomless eye roves over the crowd

Of lowly and frightened hens at his feet,

And the rouge bantam-cock his wrath daren’t meet;

He is his set-back truly indeed. 

If Flora the dog near him does stray,

His head slowly turns from blue-red unto gray;

His back slowly humps, his wings droop to the ground,

His tattered tail turns to a fan large and round,

And his eyes blaze with anger and hate.

 

James Knowles

Tullygrawley School