Chicken of the sky

SEPTEMBER 6, 2014

As the chances of someone scrolling to page 3 of my blog are pretty slim, I decided to repost this.Pik and Skrik are my pet roosters.

As a bright green ball flashes through the sky
Pik decides that it's time to fly
From atop the stairs he launches high,
for "the tennis ball shalt now die!"
With a flap,a pop
The ball never again will hop.
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Nat kloeks (Afrikaans poem)

Op koue winters dag
sit kleine hoenders en wag;
vir die reën om op te hou.
Jy moet onthou,
Dis `n koue winters dag.

Met klouende nat vere
en tone wat bewe,
sit Pik en Skrik en wag.

Hulle bly sit
Skrik se vere raak stadig wit
Soos water by hom afloop.
Hulle sit vir mooi weer en hoop.
Selfs al is die deur wawyd oop.

Net vir `n tennisbal sal hulle kom.
Want altyd jaag hulle hom.

In die huis in;
Bons bons bons
Pak-ke-pêk-ploek
In die huis sit warm kloek.

Chicken of the sky

As a bright green ball flashes through the sky
Pik decides that it's time to fly
From atop the stairs he launches high,
for "the tennis ball shalt now die!"
With a flap,a pop
The ball never again will hop.

Pik and Skrik (my pet roosters) hate tennis balls and white shoes.