the city rooster

across
the dirt yard,
your sister's rooster
would sit
atop
the corner of the chain
link fence,
near the plywood
club house
we built with nails
and cinder blocks,
and crow
as the sun came up.
people behind us
would yell out their
windows.
the police
would come
and ask about the rooster,
the chicken,
the dogs
and cats,
ignoring us,
the seven range free
children
roaming the house,
there was nothing to ask.