Dear Rooster,
On most mornings, I don’t welcome your 5am serenade.
On most mornings, I want to throw a shoe at you (if I’m being honest).
On most mornings, I wonder “why is that rooster so amazingly (amazingly as in “ugh”) consistent?”
On most mornings, I wish I could buy you a one-way ticket to Iceland…or anywhere but here for that matter (and then I remember that you can fly on your own. Squash the ticket thing).
But not today.
Today, right after I heard your morning melody and I was about to cringe, I heard something else.
I heard a beautiful song by some other type of bird (I have no idea what kind of bird, but that doesn’t really matter anyway 🙂 ).
It was…nice.
It was…a reminder that sometimes what I think is going to be an “ugh” moment turns into an “aw” moment.
It was…refreshing. Even at 5am.
So thank you, dear rooster.
Thank you for being you.
Thank you for waking me up so I could hear your song. Because in actuality, when I think about it, it’s just as beautiful as the other bird’s song…because it’s yours and that’s how you were created.
Dear rooster…thank you.
