The Pinkish Lick that Moves in Clefts Austere – Sonnet Seventy

The pinkish lick that moves in clefts austere,
And wakens cock to stretch its neck erect,
To raise its head, in open mouth appear,
That tongue that flicks the space where gift collects.
 
The morning’s rise that daily brings to life
The spread that soon reveals the valley whole.
Will bring the morning cock compelling’s rife
With instinct tipping mouth’s expel extol.
 
As slightest slit is graced with honey's hint,
The cock, in call that heaven waits to catch
Exclaims what nature thrills in cries emit,
And in its spread, the wait of night's dispatch.
 
In glistens of the dawn, the cock completes
The gifting crow, until next rise repeats.