The Cock Woos

King of the street
Near the Kirk I go

With red it charms
The white beautifies
Like flowers are attached
Beauteous like the roses

He welcomes all time
Daily they increase
For they have become uncountable
Yet it neither has choice nor chose

It bends to pick, they do
Very close, they move
Like children that are still nursed


As the sun set
On the tree with them
He finds rest

The attractive king still woos

by Ifeyinwa Ezenyimulu

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