Roosters don’t only strut and crow
sometimes they sound like brakes scraping.
Does the cock-a-doodle-doo
of a gaily lit house at Christmas
attest to the happiest of families
bright with thriving children
warm with board games carols
fearless into future with 4-wheel drive?
Or are there really cobwebs cowering in dim corners
windows wavering in storm’s furious dance
brakes scraping in case
of wrinkles in the road ahead?