The Chicken Dance by Sharon Waller Knutson

Rudy the red rooster

toots his trumpet

to wake us at dawn

and at noon leads

his ten hefty hens

across our green lawn,

feathers fluffing and flouncing,

beaks cackling and clucking

toes two stepping and tapping

to the rhythmic snoring

of the feral feline

full of Fancy Feast

snoozing on the sofa

in our sun porch

while we watch

through the window

as we lunch on tuna salad

sandwiches and iced tea.