Missing Him

My rooster is missing, he wandered away. Each morning I waken so soft and dismayed.

I mumble sweet sayings and rattle his feed,
Trembling that nothing could fulfill my need.

His hen-friend is restless and starting to squawk,
Please you must tell me if you’ve seen my cock.

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