Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2014
you're walking mighty
cocky, gobble every
little kudo to so
grow your bobbing
crimson head instead
of mending bridges
burnt to ash and grain
you rain and
wobble 'top this
weather
vain, again you
drain the night
no flight, that's
right it's you
I've named
the Rooster.
Dotch Applestein
Written by
Dotch Applestein  Inland
(Inland)   
3.5k
   --- and MoVitaLuna
Please log in to view and add comments on poems