ROOSTER CROWS IN THE DOVECOTE


 

BIG RED AND MISS GREY

 

So middle of the night it twas

The straw quit falling, the spider quit spinning

Rimming roof holes only light that was

While muttering cockles and cooing tickles in twinning

Ruffled  ear of Perchy Owl causing no pause

In dreamy sighing of mice and men at their sinning.

 

Only crouching hare in lumbery weeds

Rolled eye at spikey star, dancing faint chorus

Twitching nosehairs in question of such creeds

Bunching paws and tail in tighter lest morass

Rolling from yon fields stick to ears like beads

While light spikes and wing lines flew to surpass.

 

Now Big Red did huff to sling out wings in crow

Smashing Miss Grey still deep in dreamy coos

But now swiveled about in cote feet in a bow

Almost tied about her neck such was the doos

And donts and cockles and doodles of Red in crow

That Miss Grey scarce membered in peace dues.

 

“Oh, Red, you big dusty, crusty, lusty yardbird are you!

“What brings you to crow and flap and scrape and scrap

“Our good night of rest with such cockling much ado?

“What cracked your eye at midnight, stirring my nap

In rocking me off my rest with such flapping todo?

“What in heaven or earth heard you to cause such snap?

 

“Oh, little Miss Grey, Miss Proper Miss Grey, do you not hear

Now the flap of other wings, the brush of spinning robes on your cheek?

“No, Old Mr. Importance Red Cockle, I was in perfect peace in my bier.

“I practiced my coo chords in quiet sleep needing to fill my soul in meek.”

“Woe is me, Miss Grey, shame on me, Miss Grey, for flapping your rear.”

“Too rude of me, Miss Grey, too bold of me, Miss Grey, for bumping your beak.”

 

“Oh, lest us be done with regret, Ol’ Red’; no matter, Ol’ Red, for I also hear,

“Some chord like golden silk in strum floating over field and hills,

“Coo,coo, indeed I do hear, I do hear song in need of no throat so dear,

“As those who carried first light, first dawn, first leaf in their bills.”

“Oh, please Miss Grey, if you will, Miss Grey, now permit my beak to clear

“This low roof beam as I fly to greet these heavenly winged trills.”

 

Oh, Big Red, Old Red, Loud Red, never did I think myself to nod

“In accord with such clatter, so peaceful is my name with the sages

“But just now seeing  human two below bending care to trod

“Just now seeing that man, that woman below some told in past ages

“Just now seeing that new babe swaddled in box so close to sod

“Just now I must trill with you, to spill with you all good news in magis.”

 

“Oh, Miss Grey, dear Miss Grey, sweet Miss Grey, how you lift my crowing

“Into a flying chord of clear express, Into a tune of high joy willing good,

“How we two, you and I, in stall so simple, now trill and thrill in towing

“All the news across this little town, over these weary ones that could

“Bed only down in hay, now rise up in song and trill, new glory throwing

“All around my every cockling crow new starry light crowning Babe so good.”

 

Now Big Red and Miss Grey sighed together in peace and joy and goodwill

As they tucked beaks under wings and muttered, no travelers yet seen behind the hill.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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16 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. willowdot21
    Dec 13, 2011 @ 06:54:35

    Truly truly beautiful, such knowledge, such teachings I love this.

    • granbee
      Dec 13, 2011 @ 07:58:08

      Oh, willow, I was so tired and so “worded” out from preparing some guest posts and performing some editing work, that I had to just trust the Spirit to work through me when I was fleshing out my original ideas for this post–and I was running out of time on this nutsy schedule I had today and yesterday! So, you cannot know how pleased I am that you found beauty, knowledge, and teachings in this post. Most humble thanks and bless you always.

  2. ♡ The Tale Of My Heart ♡
    Dec 13, 2011 @ 07:40:08

    Beautiful post 🙂

    • granbee
      Dec 13, 2011 @ 07:59:50

      heart-tale, when you take time to comment (I have seen how busy you are with so many worthwhile projects and research), I am BEYOND honored. I was already honored that you nominated me for an award a while back and that you nearly always “like” my posts and take time to let me know with that “click”. When one of my posts is beautiful in your eyes, I know I have done something right!

  3. lscotthoughts
    Dec 13, 2011 @ 10:42:02

    Another wonderful poem and a beautiful ending. Your words are so enchanting, Rose!

  4. cottonbombs
    Dec 13, 2011 @ 13:36:53

    Rose! Having been named after the very apostle who denied Jesus just before the cock crowed, I took this post especially personally. In a good way, I mean.

    • granbee
      Dec 14, 2011 @ 05:00:44

      Oh, Peter, I was almost literally holding my breath to see how you would interpret the rooster meanings in this poem. Once again, you are right inside my head and soul about the cock crowing and the Peter denial story. I am so glad it was “good” for you as you read it! Wait until we get to the season in 2012 that will commorate the event where Jesus, now risen from the dead, feeds Peter on the lakeshore a fish breakfast He has cooked himself and tells Peter to “Feed my lambs.” Don’t you know this ol’ lady’s imagination and spirit are working overtime on THAT one!

    • granbee
      Dec 14, 2011 @ 05:02:58

      P.S. Oops, not “commorate” but comemorate! Fingers got ahead of brain: happens this time of the day!

  5. C.L. Sostarich
    Dec 17, 2011 @ 07:04:06

    Your words are delightful and skillful Granbee and made me think towards Lewis Carroll. To take us on such a great journey through this story by giving us these scrumptious words to lead us on in is a great talent!

    • granbee
      Dec 17, 2011 @ 23:09:20

      Thanks, C.L. See, I always knew you were wise beyond your years! Lewis Carroll (Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland) and Jabberwocky are two of my big inspirations in this series. I am most gratified you perceived that! Thank you for coming and commenting.! I look forward to your posts always.

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