The cocks by mid-night <br />Called. <br /> <br />The moon smiled woken <br />Up. <br /> <br />The dusty farm roads <br />Smiled. <br /> <br />Farmhouses set alight by <br />Ghosts and shrouds. <br /> <br />And the cocks crowed light, <br />Cocks, shrouds and ghosts, <br />Crowing.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cocks-by-mid-night-called/
