Living
The Haycock
From A Phenomenal Fauna
Living
The Haycock cannot crow; he has no brains,
No,--not enough to go in when it rains.
He is not gamy,--fighting's not his forte,
A Haycock fight is just no sort of sport.
Down in the meadow all day long he'll bide,
(That is a little hay-hen by his side.)
Cite this poem
MLA
Wells, Carolyn. “The Haycock.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wells_c/53/.
Chicago
Wells, Carolyn. “The Haycock.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wells_c/53/.
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