An account of my time in Silver City, New Mexico, and the animals I live with.

Rooster as metaphor, he seems sublime, subborn male ego, must be on top.

A haiku about the word cluck.

Two thousand years plus a man came walking by the shores of the Sea of Galilee. His footprints left a trail each of us are to follow, but few do so. His teachings are so important to the lost but few are willing to become men/women who came walking. This is a story of one man of India, he did come walking.

I wrote this one a few mornings ago.

I love waking up to a rooster’s crow in the mornings.

A poem about chickens and how they behave. Roosters aren’t always so scary. Sometimes they’re just scared.