Rooster.
What a guy.
An alpha. A crooner. A top shelf, chest buff, pick me kinda guy.
Such is his confidence that he will take on the duty, on behalf of no one who asked, to tell the world that he did indeed survive the night and lives to see another day.
Rooster sings the song of the one who came before him. Maybe he conforms, or maybe his song was always perfection.
He sings with his full body. His posture poised to carry the weight of his call.
And then shrinks to the 1 foot giant he is. Takes a breath and stands in his power again.
Oh to have his sense of self. His stamp of the foot. His knowing he is worth it.
And that voice that cuts through the dawn.