‘Twas a Night around Christmas…

By dawn, the world learned of their pitiful plight,
Through a Facebook post that sparked the first sight.
“Two roosters—forsaken! By the lake they were tossed,”
A cry for compassion, for lives nearly lost.

Saint was the first, with feathers so grand,
A kaleidoscope marvel, a bird to command.
Nicholas followed, all humble and white,
Content in Saint’s shadow, his soft, quiet light.

Just babes, they were—barely three months in age,
Their spurs had just sprouted, their crows on the stage.
Perhaps it was crowing that sealed their sad fate,
For some miserable souls, that song an unwelcome trait.

But a kind one appeared, with a heart full of care,
To the lake they did venture, hoping the roosters were still there.
Through reeds and thick grasses, Saint strutted with pride,
While Nicholas lingered, his fear hard to hide.

The rescuer gathered them, safe in their arms,
Away from the dangers, away from all harms.
And soon they were nestled in Edgar’s Mission’s kind hands,
A sanctuary haven for life’s cruel demands.

Now Saint and Nicholas, though they sometimes do spar,
Are friends once again—no grudge leaves a scar.
For roosters, like humans, feel love, joy and fear,
Their hearts beat with stories, their souls persevere.

This tale serves as a warning, as clear as the day:
Dumping is cruel, it’s a terrible play.
Our duty to animals is not just a season,
But 365 days—it’s love without reason.

So as we give gifts and as carols are sung,
Let’s remember the roosters, the old and the young.
For Saint and Nicholas, new hope has begun,
Sanctuary found beneath the bright summer sun.

And to those who might waver, take heed of this rhyme:
Kindness to creatures is always in time.