WAKE-UP CALL... (My poem about a rude awakening at Lulworth Cove in Dorset...)

 Wake-up Call…

(Lulworth Cove, Dorset, 2004…)

As I lay drowsy, with a cool breeze upon my face

And finding it tough to relax in an unfamiliar place,

I was suddenly aware (it was certainly no dream)

Of an unenviable, throaty and piercing scream.

It came from beyond the hotel’s garden wall

From the neck of a cockerel, a shrill morning call.

Red-headed, white-bodied, with a high-feathered black tail,

For the next four hours, the bugger's intermittent wail

Forced my eyebrows to twitch and my teeth to grind,

And my love of nature was forced to the back of my mind…

It may have impressed its accompanying hen

But I vowed to kill it, if it woke me again…

Pete Ray

12th August 2004...

The grotesque creature made one night quite 

horrendous at Lulworth Cove. 

Gossip suggested that a local guy rose at around 4am each morning mainly to set the cock off and disturb holidaymakers…