The rooster wears a bishop’s miter
While four hens trail after him
Clucking and nodding their heads
In approval of his morning’s sermon.
The black and white mutt in the yard
Has found religion too
Barking at a strange cat up in a tree
As if it were the devil himself.
Descartes, I hear, did his best philosophizing
By lazing in bed past noon.
Not me! I’m on my way to the dump,
Waving to neighbors going to church.