The Savory Smell of Silence

The silly bird with frizzled back

Couldn’t fly for feathers lacked.

Would talk and squawk and carry on

From late at night to break of dawn

He’d wake the cows, the ducks, the sheep 
Not a single creature there could sleep 
Because that bird thought he could croon 
His head cocked back, he’d belt his tune 
 

At first all thought he’d go to sleep

If they asked nicely, his silence keep

But no, the more they pled

The more he sang to their dread

He'd shake a leg and sway his hips

With scratching nails on metal skid

And wail off-key on rooftop tin

And raise the hair on head and skin

The farmer's wife would bolt upright

In panic from this sound each night

And jar her husband and shake him up

“Do something with the blasted cuss”

His hearing was a wee bit dim

So wasn’t much annoyed by him

But cock had drawn his final straw

He had tested the limit by waking Ma

So up she sprang and donned her coat

Picked up the axe to cut his throat

Swiftly she reached the barnyard dim

Climbed up and grabbed a hold of him

A smile lit up her face just then

First Silence heard in who knows when

One final song was heard so fine

With savory, silent, soothing lines

A pleasant, restful, bubbling song

For Frizzle cooked in oven warm

The smell so beautiful and clear 
Cooing softly in my ear