The Prayer of a Cock

In a way, if you think about it just right, the rooster does make the sun rise.

You know how babies don't have object permanency? Like, if you take that bouncy ball and put it behind your back, that shit no longer exists to that baby. It's gone, and not just gone, it doesn't even exist, it doesn't have a place in that baby's life. It has ceased to exist.

For people who wake up with rooster's as their alarms, the sun isn't up for them. They are asleep, pretty much dead to the world. Until they wake up, the sun hasn't risen to them yet.

But then the glorious rooster makes his hella annoying caw, and all of the sudden the sun is there again. The sun is finally rising up in the sky, and they are aware of it because of the rooster.

Maybe it's not that the rooster makes the sunrise. That all of itself sounds a bit absurd, wouldn't you say? This derpy little chicken is the entire reason that our planet sees sunlight each day.

But, because of that derpy little chicken, the sun is heralded in for us. To us, the sun is rising solely because of a rooster.

Just look at this magnificent bastard