THE cock's far cry <br />From lonely yards <br />Burdens the night <br />With boastful birds <br />That mop their wings <br />To make response— <br />A mess of songs <br />And broken sense. <br />So, when I slept, <br />I heard your call <br />(If lips long dead <br />Could answer still) <br />And snapped-off thoughts <br />Broke into clamour, <br />Like the night's throats <br />Heard by a dreamer.<br /><br />Kenneth Slessor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cock-crow-4/
