Cock fight

All feel envy of my Dark Red, Black dotted feathers.. I jerk and spread my wings & dazzling tails in moods in my dancing style. I straighten my legs, swaying my dark vermilion Red Comb on my head & wattle clung on my throat. My eyes are sharp dark & prominent like fox , My yellowish strong Beaks & sturdy strong Hock, Shanks and Toes.. are my strength. With full vigor, I’m now grown up impressively. Hens cluck loudly attracted by my prowess physique Other roosters pecked nervously will leave my space I’m king of my colony amongst all scattered hens. Cock-a-doodle-doo.., I’m a fighter Cock, my owner’s pride. He will decide when should I kill an enemy in this festival in the midst of native villagers. On first day of Dussehera; day of arrival of Durga; the mother Deity… Fight starts on the date without any deviation I looked straight into his eyes he looks at me ; he is trained like me; Sharp silver blades braced on his shanks glittering in bright sunny day just like me; he is also a warrior it appears to me. He suddenly rises up in the air and tries to kick but he missed me I cast a sharp glance on him trying to understand all his tricks.. While he stroll and rise clouds of dusts around bathed himself in anguish dripping with sweats. He jumps again… his two sworded legs on my Comb I dodged the attack and allow him fall.. Stiffened neck exuding sweat he is unable to hit me once, the first round of our battle is over. Villagers cheer around him; he is charming Cock Bets are high by now.. My owner strokes my feathers and Comb with love Whispers “in one single stroke finish the great fight” he desires deep into my ears. Second round, the bugle blows drums beat Cheering crowds; some nervous to lose we run on each other, necks stood erect, heads tremble & shaken in rage; I straighten & elongate my muscular body my tail feathers swollen chase him; my final assault Now I fly over him a few feet above the ground my stiffened limbs are just above his raised neck I thrash my both limbs on his elongated neck blood streamed out gushy.. He falls down head less reckless. Cock-a-doodle-doo.., I circle around him once My proud owner rushes to hold me in his lap. I’m crowned as King of my Colony once again. BY Auro 14.09.2011 [ In festive seasons cock- fight and betting are common sights in rural India. Though in many countries Cock- fight has been banned however still the same is prevalent as part of traditional sports. There are many famous stories on Cock- fights across the world. I am inspired.]