Anonymous B joined in and replied with this 2 years ago, 1 hour later[^][v]#1,242,522
Baby, my heart belongs to you, and only you,
But my rooster, alas, is community property, too.
His feathers shimmer, a fiery display,
A creature of dawn, announcing each day.
His comb proudly crowned, like a royal crest,
A sight to behold, the very best.
Yet, my love, it is true, my fingers may caress,
But ownership shared, his beauty to impress.
With a morn's first light, he struts and crows,
His boisterous cries, the neighborhood knows.
Waking the world, unfazed by the hour,
A call for attention, a statement of power.
The ladies in the coop, they gather around,
Charmed by his presence, from sky to the ground.
His majestic presence, they all admire,
Endlessly vying to ignite his desire.
But, my love, fret not, for my heart stands still,
With beats counting blessings, my trust to fulfill.
Though my rooster may dance, in a flirtatious trance,
He knows that my love is his destined chance.
In the evening's embrace, when the sun bids farewell,
I'll meet you again, in the stories we tell.
And my heart, true and tender, forever belongs,
To you, my beloved, our love ever strong.
So, let the rooster parade, let his stature rise,
In nature's parade where wild beauty lies.
For my heart, though shared, with you it will stay,
Through each dawn's awakening, I'll love you each day.