An attempt at traditional English poetry using iambic pentameter throughout...
THE COB AND THE COCKEREL
The cob stalked around the hen house at dark,
For the cockerel, the chase was his lark,
The cob hissed, the cockerel nipped and squawked,
They met and clashed at the edge of the ford
The fox looked on, as did the hens, a fight,
For the fox, emerged from his den, a chance,
A bight, he sniffed and padded, and edged closer,
Still closer, and closer, but the hens frit
The cob and the cockerel oblivious,
They fought hard, wings flapping and beaks jabbing,
Honour at stake, the cockerel's head jutted,
Cob circles cock, aloof and muted now
Silence descends, the fox heaves a sigh, espies,
The cob looks yonder, sees blue and takes flight,
Into the beyond, leaving the cock and fox,
Standing and facing then turning back home
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