Roosters in stereo

One of the first things I do in the morning,

Cheekie has to go pee. Forewarning.

As we trek through the yard,

his bladder about to bombard –

the ground in lots of different places.

Multiple spaces.

A sound fills the morning air.

Do they dare?

Back and forth. From across the creek.

Every day of every week.

The roosters clear their throats.

I’m sure the hens take votes.

On which set of roosters can crow the loudest.

Which cock of the walk is the proudest.

Coop A or Coop B.

I wonder if they ever want to flee?

Cross the creek, through the yard

to a rooster fight – marred.

But alas, they will just have to crow.

This morning, it’s in stereo.