Did you see him up there all night, at the top of the tree?
Did you see him in the morning, raising his shining chest?
His mosaic colorful plumage, a perfect combination
of colors, his posture, proudly walks in the sunlight that
shines on him.
A bank of light, a flowery garden, moving his yellow beak
in the air.
Do you hear him flapping his wings and his trumpet wake
up call with his rowdy morning melody?
The loud resonant music, like the alarm clock that wakes
you up, with a sudden rumble, stabbing your deep sleep.
And did you see him right under the flamboyant tree?
An imposing image strutting the neighborhood, his legs
like black sticks, his wings like the sunlight that spreads.
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it gives you Puerto
Rican pride?
Now you finally know the rooster in my neighborhood,
his bravery, his courage, and the colorful life it brings.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have a rooster in my neighborhood that comes every morning to feed. He is quite a character. He rules the neighborhood chickens, and no other rooster can't come next to them. He is so beautiful.
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Comments1
Colorful images painted in words. I feel that I have seen this guy before. Very nice
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