At half dawn
the rooster crows
his feathers
a soft gray
his voice
a loud crowing,
greeting the sun
that has decided
to rise
another day.
Happy Friday.
This is one day,
his day
the one to live
before
tomorrow.
This poem is about today for the rooster. But how do you think the gecko, the rabbit, a pig or horse sees Friday? Today's writing challenge is to write a poem from the view point of an animal.
