the old rooster

i get up early,

but i don't brag about it

like a lot

of elderly people do.

i peer out the window.

the sun is

a cracked egg in 

a yet

blue

sky.

there are cows to milked.

farm things

to do.

i run

into the old rooster,

taking

his morning stroll,

he looks

at me,

and says, well well well,

it's about time.