Friends with the Birds

Friends with the Birds



With affection I think of my friends
following the flock, and all their trends.
He was scratching a living in dirt
when she strutted past to preen and flirt.
Just one of the simple homesteaders,
showing off, he puffed up his feathers,
ruffling more male feathers in the flock -
"Pecking order laws you mustn't mock!"
The horrific cock-fight that ensued
was well remembered by every brood.
His brave win gave a much needed boost -
Suffice to say, he now rules the roost!
Of course, she was now his number one
making the best match under the sun.
Soon after Hen Night she got broody...
nesting instinct making her moody.
Many young came from ol' mother hen.
She popped them out again and again.
When the youngest grew, and flew the nest,
general concensus was she should rest!
Being friends with them was a winner...
Hope they arrive in time for dinner!