Morning Call from the Chicken
Im sleeping in my bed
dreams whirling through my head
Im cosy and im warm
in my sleeping form
And then it calls out loud
And stands tall and proud
Upon my window sill
But morning it is still
The sun is just awaking
Baring only rising
And his call it does wakes me
for my morning cup of tea.
Poetry by emma-lou
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Written on 2012-02-01 at 21:12
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