Friend

I had a rooster once He perched on a metal railing on our front porch. He woke the neighborhood with his warning call that dawn was upon us. He would run to me when I got off the bus In the late afternoon. I would greet him, Pick him up and with both hands fling him into the sky At the apogee he would open his wings And glide back to earth I loved the power of partnership And I guess that he Loved to fly. One day he landed poorly and broke one of his legs It never healed correctly, withered. I had a one legged rooster once.