Attic Poems: Deanie's poem.

This is part of the short series called Attic Poems. They are the poems of the best chickens that died. I found the poems in my attic.

Deanie was a rooster,

he was so sweet.

He would sit on my lap

and go to sleep.

Deanie didn't have a tail,

just a little nub.

Deadbirdie was his friend

and Gramps was his bud.

Deanie was the fastest

he love to be free-ranged.

If you started a race

he'd always join the game.

Deanie said he loved me

by making a peeping sound.

He was not afraid of anything,

he always stood his ground.

Deanie was my favorite,

I loved him more than cash.

When I hugged him tight,

he thought it quite a splash!

Deanie was a cutie,

 his tail was small 

and,

although the other chicks were cute,

I love him most of all!