CNF Writing Exercise: Exercise on Rhetorical
Every 6AM i brave the wilderness that my father calls a haven for his cock fighting chickens. I hate getting up so early to feed a bunch of chickens under the scorching sun, I hated how muddy the soil gets when it rains, and I hated how the chickens were always so angry.
“I don’t like you too” I often say it back to them whenever they peck me. Though as oppose to how my father sees them is an entirely different story.
When people hear the word cockfighting they more often than not think it’s inhumane and is purely just for the purpose of gambling and entertainment…
Which might be true to some extent but for someone like my father this is his way of portraying his art, his skill and his passion as an artist in the field of cock fighting. He spends months to make sure his chickens are all well conditioned and will surely deliver on the day of the fight. Much like any other artist spending countless hours to master their craft.
But alas even the most skillful handlers are not nimble enough to evade the horrible reality, of that of gambling. Everything is based on chance no matter how conditioned your gladiator maybe. And I think the thrill of things that are not always certain is what makes people want to come back over and over.
Cockfighting has gotten me one step closer to what person my dad really is, and I can’t help but respect his passion towards his craft.