Forever

In a dust hard yard where ever hungry hens
Pecked in every corner
I found myself perfectly content
Unable to contemplate a single change
To the noise of clucking hens,
A barking dog of to the west,
Sun hot water dripping onto curling mint,
A delicate scent of drying grass faraway
Colours embedded in memory,
A rooster paraded
In ruby, emerald, copper and golds
Unaware of the hens scorn -

I could have stayed forever.