From a high branch of the live oak,
the squirrel chatters and turns,
its derriere to the blueheeler,
who in frustration, chases the cat,
the cat chases the rooster,
and the ducks, donald and daisy,
get into the fray, after the po' rooster.
He in desperation, being a manic,
chases the hens who,
having been romanced by the rooster,
stagger, sway and stumble,
into the "hen house to lay",
becoming engaged in their hen house cackleing,
comparing mental notes about,
"this rooster and that".
OH, this one "he has that certain peck",
and how I just totally collapse,
and fall to my knees,
when he gets near me,
when he struts about the barnyard,
adoring, awaiting that peck.
And, amid this barnyard ramble,
I arise and steal their laid product,
taking to the feed store,
returning with feed,
the piney big top circus begins again.
Viewing from a chair,
whose frame is about to decompose,
there 'neath a 40 year old oak,
being both relaxed and de-stressed,
far better than a 5th of Whiskey.
I can then upright and walk,
there into the house,
provided that I do not,
step on the tail of a feline,
sphinx, mostly, coon and danser,
who await at my feet.
If, by chance I do,
I then will become serenaded,
by the feline choir,
of the Full Gospel Sanctified Feline Church,
while the rooster crows,
with his rigorous amens,
it's with a most great appreciation,
of the piney big top circus,
that I just seen.
