The Cock & The Crow (Poem): an ode to the downtrodden Cock-a-doodle-doo said the cock to the crow while sitting in the sun on his stoep. Hey diddle-diddle said the crow to the cock and picked another scrap from the step. “What a great morning beheld before us,” said the cock through his smooth golden beak. “It depends how high up the stairs you are standing to check of what you gleefully speak. “From here I see only scraps before me, all your loose-ends and dry looking wors. “For it's you, my broer, who loves to mock those stukkend, and broken or worse. “How upright you stand with your plume in the air, all colours all radiant and bright. “Yet, here I slum, begging and screaming so loud and very contrite. “Only to be cursed or ignored, whichever you feel I deserve. “You look at my coat, black and downtrodden, and inside you know it's perverse “Perverse because I feed off your scraps to keep you all safe and tight. “Yes, you know it, it makes you feel kief when you'r...