Winding Down

The weekend is almost done. Boredom has broken down the door to my soul and dragged me out here to the chicken shed. I saw some tracks circling the shed a couple of mornings ago. It will be a bad day for all the living creatures of the world if harm comes to my hens. I am like their silverback ,the wise old guardian, tearing limb from limb any potential harm doers. I know they love me and take comfort in my presence. The cold night find the shed a calming and peaceful place. My motorcycle sits, waiting for its master, like a noble stallion. I swear I just heard a rooster crow.