Ah, is there a more potent expression of love than that which sheds our insecurities and taps into our primal nature? This is exactly why I wake my partner up by perching at the end of the bed and crowing like a rooster at 5am - it’s much more personal than an alarm clock.
On a tangent, why do roosters crow, but crows don’t? I mean obviously crows crow, in the sense that they inherently act as crows do - in other words they crow around all day, crowing here and there; they are all crow, all of the time. But I’m talking about the specific crowing that a rooster does. I mean, surely they could -
Hang on, I must cut this short - my neighbour’s lawnmower is making an awful racket and I feel compelled to scale the fence and start throwing excrement. Please excuse me.
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