In the neighbour's fowl shed in his backyard in the darkness his rooster does crow <br />In the very small hours of the morning one might say his cockhood on show <br />For hours on end he keeps on crowing with him I find it so hard to sleep <br />But just to stay friends with my neighbour my silence on the matter I keep <br />He is one who seldom stops crowing I hear him by night and by day <br />His hoarse calls I find quite annoying I would give a silent hooray <br />If a hungry fox managed to grab him and for to eat took him away <br />The fox could enjoy his plump rooster and in so doing a favour to me he would pay, <br />I feel he does crow whilst he is sleeping his hoarse voice echoes in the night <br />I wish that he would keep his beak closed and allow me some peace and quiet <br />Domestic fowl supposed to be diurnal but not the red rooster who lives nearby <br />He crows all day from dawn till twilight and he crows under the night sky <br />I long for nights that are quite windy for I never hear him when the wind blows <br />He must be the voice of my karma but then such is life I suppose.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-neighbour-s-rooster/
