In this moment, we take some time to reflect,
On our dear departed rooster who is dead, we suspect.
Here is the story of his decision to leave
One day in August, a balmy summer’s eve.
It was our first evening on our new land,
Everyone was unpacking and lending a hand.
Our chickens had spent the drive in the back of the truck
And were feeling as if they were truly down on their luck.
We removed them from the truck as soon as we could
And made a make-shift enclosure right there in the wood.
With a few pieces of fence and chicken wire
We gave them some freedom and fulfilled their every desire.
But there was one member of this rattled flock
Who did not really recover from the shock;
He was not at all happy with their new house
And began to plot his escape to live with the grouse.
And so, one afternoon, while being fed
He saw his chance! He ran! He fled!
Through a small gap between the gate and the feeder
He gained his ultimate freedom and became his own leader.
In the days to come, he would return
To gaze at his hens, for whom he would yearn.
But every time we tried to put him back in
He scuttled back into the forest, leaving his kin.
We knew he was close, for we heard his calls
With the rising sun and with the sunset when it falls.
He never once shirked his rooster duties
Even though he was enjoying all of wilderness’ beauties.
And then, one day, all was quiet:
Not a peep came from the forest or the fields by it.
When the second day of silence came to pass,
We knew it was over for our rooster-with-sass.
On an afternoon stroll, we found proof of his demise;
We didn’t hear a fight or his strangled cries,
But there on the ground, plain as day,
Were his green tail feathers left in an ominous way.
Despite his assumed, unfortunate end,
To the rooster gods,good wishes we will send;
We hope his adventures fulfilled his poultry soul
And his sacrifice helped him reach his goal.
This story may be sad, but there are lessons in his ordeals.
In many ways, his actions echo French ideals:
“Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité, ou la Mort.”
I guess he got all of those, though his days were only four.