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Flecks break out at the neck, Fire streaks across the breast. Dash! The enemy invades in black: Raven, not Robin; he only passes by, A neighbour of his majesty. Take off again. Return home. Arrival of the fittest; Leaves blow out in a fan as they land. Colonel does his cockerel march, Foraging in grass: As if in old honour, he bears feathers, Along with his combed hair and swaying beard He looks a gentleman of hens, Victorian and proud. Wattle and daub are there to house! Cuddle in the coop and stay warm. The Queen is about: Up and out, up and out. “Victory is yours!” Corn is the just reward. Photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash Originally written in January 2022, age 16
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