Half a century and a year short for a decade old
Ducks, fowls, cats and a dog, shares her abode
My friend, Tessa is not George Orwell, yet she holds
Comprehensible communications with her friends penned.
Her roosters are Reds, Oldboy, Percy and Joseph
Each take turns to play watchdog to protect
Donald the old drake, the major, who in control.
‘Donald!’ She says, ‘Round up all the birds into the pen’.
So said so done!
Donald leader like rounds the fowls into coop and pen
She is close to three hundred fifty pounds
Obese, with irregular heart sounds.
Bundles her troubles and sings to her animal friends in rounds
Her foster aunt asks her, ‘what have you achieved since adopted?’
She tells her aunt,
A son, a daughter-in-law and two adorable granddaughters’,
‘love and respect from my farm friends all’.
I visit her on eve of her birthday with cake to celebrate
She hugs me and invites her cats, Peanut and Cashew to share
We slice the cake and wash it down with soda pop,
each has the crumbs we spare
while she instructs her Joseph to find Percy
for her to retire with her sentinel guards Reds and Oldboy
wishing her goodnight, I bade my friend goodbye
each of them thence to lair
By: Shashi Moore