A BALD-HEADED ROOSTER AND A ONE-EYED HEN

A bald-headed rooster
And a one-eyed hen
Grew up together
In a barn yard pen.
Never having seen
Another rooster or hen,
They thought they were
What they'd always been.
Now the rooster couldn't crow
And the hen was fat,
He had no need for his comb
For his head was flat.
The rooster stayed on the blind side
Of the one-eyed hen,
So that, to her, he was a prince,
So long as he stayed on her side
Of the barn-yard fence.
Sometimes we're like that pair;
Being blind-sided
She thinks I have hair,
And having only one eye
I look twice as good to her there!

©Copyright April 12, 2001 by C. Douglas Caffey

... Whoever heard of a bald-headed rooster? No need for a comb!