Drawing from the spirit of Steve
Crowing each morning
singing to the light
Six million dollar rooster
In bionic terms

I would lift him up all proud
Aged about nine at the time
He was the champion
Lifting stones
Feeding him worms

Followed us like a dog
He was the top rooster in the yard
given to me as a pet
I looked after him
like royalty

One sad day
Home from school
He went missing
Calling for him in the garden
Nowhere to be seen

Mother shouts
Dinner will be ready in five
I asked if she saw Steve
No was the reply
A few minutes later

Called in
Sitting down at the table
To a leg of chicken
Accompanied with chips
Finished eating
My father began
Roaring laughing

When I asked about the rooster
He laughed you just ate
one of his legs
I burst out crying
Trying to get sick
What a monster

Balling out
roaring crying
My mother tried to put her arms
around me
I pushed her away

Horrified at what she done
Sure she cooked him
I could not believe it
Thinking she was always
Very kind to me

I was so sick
could not believe
Just ate my favorite pet
Went to the bed
Cried myself to sleep

No more Steve
Food of thought
Watching out the window
Before sleep

As the dogs ate
The last of him
I still remember fondly
With chips

I see the light
In your darkness
Only now
I crow
In the light