Creative Writing and unfinished business…
February 8, 2017 § 7 Comments
a half hearted crow –
my old cockerel
Tagged: creative writing, haiku, poetry
I love that photo! ❤
Ha! Thanks Trini. When they crow in the mist somehow the sound becomes disembodied… 🙂
‘My old cockerel’ sounds like a colloquial expression! A fine piece, Rachael.
Ha! You’re right. Although the cockerel in this photo is a pale version of the monster I knew! Gungadin was his name. A rapist and tyrant to his own kind, who took great pleasure in waiting for me outside the kitchen door to peck me 🙂
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