The cocks in my garden
cheerful and active
call out
cock a doodle doo.
Not so musical as such,
but vibrant in its own
expressing life
in their own terms.
The snow white cocks
with a well angled red crown
amble through my hedges
a delight to watch.
Harmless they wander
picking every worm on their path
in a way keep my garden
free of pests.
How many rounds do they go?
I lose count every day
a pastime for me
during my twilight years.
My eyes follow them
the feathery snow white quilt
renders a beauty untold.
I am at peace all the while.
