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The cockerel makes the use of some electronic alarm wholly redundant. He is the one who calls in the the arrival of a new day with such admirable gusto. It is as if the light ignites not only his feathers but his spirit, and into that rising sun he gives every ounce of himself that he has.

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After the star speckled night comes the dawn, always celebrated by the cockerel who lives for the coming of those rays in any season. He is he one that tells us daytime has arrived and each moment is there for our enjoyment if we are brave enough to bring our hearts to it.

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Give me that dawn declared by the cockerel's calling, give me the moments that stretch out with each stirring of leaf and grassy wand. For then on that farm, cozy with dreams that fly through the rafters to the sky above, I can awake and keep my dreams with me until the stars return once more.

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Whomever could conjure the image of even a cockerel if one was never brought forth by nature's divine hand? Could we imagine his palette or iridescent feathers, or the flair of his spirit in the fresh light of day? How that sound became part of the rhythm of my life, his calling to celebrate in sun, wind and snow.