Narrative essay
The old rooster walked through the yard crowing occasionally. There are only a couple of competitors in his domain, but so far he has not been seriously challenged so there have been no bloody fights or worse yet deaths. A situation not uncommon among roosters. One other rooster in the yard, in particular is so passive a hens chastises him soundly if he attempts to dominate her and I noticed he is cautious around the other hens and stays clear of the old rooster.
Suddenly out of nowhere a large shadow covers the ground. There is a noisy chorus of cackling and screeching as the other chickens see the threat and they sound the alarm. A large hawk swooped down grabbing the old rooster, capturing him with its long sharp talons. The pair disappear above the trees and into the clouds.
The old rooster may have been cock of the walk in the realm of his peers , but in nature there was another superior to him, a predator that in a flash put him at the bottom of the pecking order . A creature Superior to the extent that the old rooster became lunch for the other bird.
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