Turns out, the old farmer down the road had a rogue rooster with a broken internal clock. "He’s not confused," the farmer said, spitting tobacco into a coffee can. "He’s crowing at his own midnight. Some birds just refuse to wait for dawn."
So here’s to the off-schedule crowers. The ones who sing before the sun agrees. Maybe you’re not early. Maybe you’re not late. Maybe you’re just keeping time that no one else understands. midnight crowing
There’s a kind of lonely sound that doesn’t belong to the night. Owls, crickets, the distant hum of a highway — those are expected. But a rooster crowing at midnight? That’s a different story. Turns out, the old farmer down the road
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