1 in every loft??

[PATTY BHOY]

Every mornin’ in the loft you could see his bright eyes

 

He stood taller than others, very smart and wise.

 

There was something about him that no man knew

 

It appeared in his face and in the strength that he flew.

 

  

 

His father was a Champ from the way men talked.

 

Never knew his mother but she was kin to a hawk.

 

Out of the coop he flew fast and hard.

 

He watched over the loft and the entire yard.

 

  

 

He was quite and calm as he stood on the perch

 

But he would go out of the trap like he was on a search.

 

He wouldn’t fly with the team he would rise far above

 

Glaring down like an eagle, knowing what was.

 

  

 

Then one day, you’ll not believe what I tell

 

Locking wings he dove like a bat out of hell.

 

I thought something knocked him out of the sky

 

But what really happened you'll think a lie.

 

  

 

From the corner of my eye I saw my team disperse

 

Flying every direction and something even worse.

 

In the top of the tree I saw a hawk make a move

 

It opened its wings, toward a blue bar it flew.

 

  

 

The blue bar's expression was she’d flown too far

 

This hawk was about to seriously cross her bars.

 

  

 

Then suddenly my big bird came into the scene,

 

He was diving fast and really looking mean.

 

The hen was surely on her last breath

 

Cause the hawk raised his claws to deliver the death.

 

  

 

Feathers flew out in every direction

 

It looked to me like a three way connection.

 

Jaws and claws and pause in the air

 

  Time stood still and there was nothing fair.

 

  

 

I thought the blue bar hen was mangled

 

                 And my big bird gone

 

And you probably won’t believe the thing

 

That I saw going on.

 

  

 

The hen she made it, she fell out of the pack

 

In a tumble at first, and always looking back.

 

The hawk was falling with big bird on his neck.

 

I knew there was going to be a deadly wreck.

 

  

 

The hawk screamed out just before hitting the ground

 

And big bird let go without making a sound.

 

I never had a pigeon attack a hawk!

 

But I could tell who won by hearing the squawk.

 

 

 

With feathers flying 'bout where the hawk laid dead

 

Big bird had landed only shaking his head.

 

The hen didn’t trap she took to wing

 

She flew over to big bird and here is the thing.

 

  

 

O' big bird that day took care of the team

 

And that hen's still with him, in love it would seem.

 

I’m still stunned but I'm wearing a grin

 

After naming that big bird “Super Forty One Tenâ€

 

    

 

He's flying every day with that hen by his wing.

 

  I tell this story with joy, so happy I could sing.

 

I don't race this Cock, I keep him around for smiles.

 

If he entered a race he would be killing hawks for miles.

 

So I built a big box out there in my pen

 

For that little blue bar and "Super Forty One Ten".

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[OLDYELLOW]

very good