randomly arrived at
some narrow country lane
gloomy shade of overcast autumn afternoon
it had rained the day before
a most curious, or rather i should say "unfamiliar"
sound by the roadside
just out of sight
a chorus of mild sighs
intermingling, melonchaly
leaving the road to see
a chicken wire chicken coop
so many birds staring quizically
drawing near with caution
not wanting to alarm them
i bring comfort
or at least entertainment
a single tone ringing
"i am with you"
after a moment the rooster takes exception
starts calling out his characteristic stanza
again and again
imagining an awkward scene
i retreat hastily
lest someone arrive
expecting an explanation
pedaling away through buff colored fields
they are raising the alarm