Roosters are up for something…

 

I wake up to the sound of a rooster. Ah! It’s morning, I guess. Those ugly birds have decided that it’s their duty to wake the world up. They are up to something, I thought to myself, only to realize that they are just there to make some noise. I get it, it’s morning, why do they have to crow about it? Maybe it’s their only way to feel a bit self-important. What if the roosters are under the illusion that if they don’t crow in morning, the day won’t proceed? Maybe crowing in the morning is the only thing that imparts some meaning to their lives, or perhaps they are crying out loud that life has no meaning at all. Who knows???


 

 

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