Flying Feathers
I was perched upon the farmyard fence
Crowing at the sun
When an old boot hit me on the head
I thought my time had come
I saw a flash, gave out a squawk
As stars floated all around
It’s amazing how far you can travel without wings
Before you hit the ground
In a great cloud of dust as feathers flew by
I wobbled back onto my feet
And all I could hear was the sound of a hen
That was scraping the ground with her feet
It was then that I spied the feisty old hen
Just standing and staring at me
Well I wasn’t quite sure if I should settle this thing
Or gather my feathers and flee
I plucked up my courage and gathered my pride
And I asked her what all of this meant
She said ‘you’re not so cocky now are you
In fact your beak is bent’
I gazed in the pond at my disfigured face
And a brick hit the water and wet me
As I straightened my beak she was running away
Shouting ‘loser I bet you can’t get me’
Well I chased her all day and I couldn’t believe
The insults and cheek that I got
And it passed through my mind that if I was the farmer
She would be with some veg in the pot
I was feeling quite angry but then got her cornered
In a barn full of fresh and warm hay
But one look in her eyes and the smile on her beak
Caused my fire to all melt away
I thought that I was in charge around here
That I was the boss of the pen
But I gave up the roost and stopped being so cocky
When I fell in love with my hen
The moral of this story is
You may think that you are smart
But it takes a woman to bring out the best in you
For the best is in your heart