In this year of the cock (rooster;) ); waking up to a steady coco-a-doodle-doo sung in chaotic unison by over half a dozen roosters.
Just as one screaming rooster paused for a breather another would start and so on and so forth. Something like a cackling Dominos of angry poultry.
Alas, roosters have little concern for worldly manners and this be their year, meaning etiquettes might be fairly lax. On the other hand one might fathom a lot more chicken intake.
Cool are the days. Bright is the light. Wind a muffled chill. Life obstructed by mists white.
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