DEATH OF AN OLD COCK

For years he
had been the
king of the roost;
handsome, loud
and a chaser of
fleeing prospects.
Then age started
to catch up with him;
his walk was slow, his
voice almost mute,
then one day the
Old Rooster died.
The king of the walk was gone
The silence in the hen house
lasted for days; then
another rooster strutted on
the scene. It always happens!
Sooner or later old cocks die.
OR do they? ? ?