are gambled on in rooster fights,

set up to blood cut and claw

down views opposing theirs.

I almost bought a house next to a house with

dogmatic six to seven roosters,

loud shouting, scratching up my inner ears.

Running me off –

they tipped me off –

Good neighbors have reason

to run their house with reason,

not those.

I bought a home

far from screaming

rooster neighbors,

and now live among open minded

quiet and calm.

©️December 2024 Much Love, Deb Poems