Tuesday, December 11, 2007

the rooster's skirl
snecks throuch the mornin's freist -
het eggs amang the strae




the cockrel's cry
cuts through the morning's frost -
warm eggs amongst the straw

7 comments:

  1. life goe on, no matter what.
    love it

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  2. Can still remember some of it... The art of finding an eggs just laid by a hen...

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  3. good one. brought me ages back to the nice memories

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  4. The natural way of things is the best.

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