Rooster Reflections
My rooster struts everywhere that he goes
I think I know how he feels
Living this life must be taken head on
Like your balls are made of steel
Life must be dealt with the way that it comes
With confidence that you will conquer
Really, it’s easier living this way
But people will think that you’re bonkers.
dkirkstokes 
I took a picture of my rooster yesterday, just watching him strut around, and it inspired this.
Ha.. maybe it’s just better to play the act…But I prefer to lurk a little in the background and not be like the rooster.
The hen the fox got a couple of weeks ago would agree, I think.
Liked this.
Conquers then bonkers. Perfect.
Ah.. the life of fearlessness
conquers all.. Oh..
the soft and fearless
conquer
love..:)
Boldness is the way to go, for sure. Nice. Peace, Linda
We used to chase the rooster when we were kids and honestly he scared the heck out of us. Your poem brought back great memories. “balls of steel” attitude. That’s what I need more of..
You’re awesome. People don’t use “balls” enough in poetry, if you ask me.
Hahaha!
You 100% inspired the poem I just wrote and submitted. It’s completely centered around balls. Thank you.
My father-in-law used to say “rooster-strutting” so I’m sure he would have loved this poem; it was great fun, for sure; we once did a Rooster image prompt at dVerse; had a good time with it.
This made me smiles ~ Confidence goes a long way, ha ~
My grandmother had an evil rooster. He chased me up a tree and then while I waited for him to leave so I could climb down, he kept strutting and scratching at the base of the tree. I know he did it for spite. He had balls the size of an elephant bull, I’ll wager. This was lots of fun.
I had an evil one that I took in for a friend. It attacked everyone but me and her, until I started working out of town for a few weeks at a time, and he turned on me. He has been relocated, and is still the same. He dances for her, and she picks him up and holds him, and he stays calm. When she’s not around he’s awful. She raised him by hand, literally carrying him everywhere she went. Both of them are odd birds. : )
Sounds like it. I still give roosters and hens a wide berth anyway!
The rooster I have now is docile, and has never attacked a person.
Boldness works for me. Well done.
Nice! I got attacked by my cousin’s rooster today, wish he was a bit less confident. Ha! 🙂
a fun read…
I envy people who think they always know best. I don’t think it;s always an act with some of them, they really believe they’re the brightest bird in the yard… Witty comparison – loved the humour in this one!
I love how straightforward this poem is 😀 Very well done!
Excellent. Made me smile.
Anna :o]
true… the ones who live life head on and don’t put themselves in a box are usually considered crazy… but they have the most satisfying lives in the end.