The rooster crows, a new dawn breaks; his gaggle of hens abide
He struts, displays his stiff hennin comb, cock-a-hoop for his tribe
No cat and fox rain, or numbing pain, could ever stop his cry
King of Uruk*, he searched for immortality, displayed his pride
Let’s be part of him, possessing us, before we fall and die
In This Enchanted Isle, remembered, and so my flock survive
Christopher
*Gilgamesh
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