In refusing an application to prevent a man keeping crowing rooster, a Queensland judge remarked yesterday: - "One of the laws of attention is that attention directed to a sensation causes an increase in the intensity of the sensation and the plaintiffs' case, we think, affords a striking illustration of this law."
He had crowed each dawn on the shadowed lawn Since his chickenhood departed; From a silvern throat his clarion note Came full and merry-hearted. I paid small heed to the bird, indeed, As he called to the dawn-light glowing; Till a friend one day just chanced to say: "Gosh! Hear that vile bird crowing!" Then the raucous note from his feathered throat My ear straightway offended; And it seemed to me that his minstrelsy Was a mad thing never ended. And from that day, as the morning gray Waxed on the skyline jagged, I cursed anew each time he crew, And my nerves went raw and jagged. Music no more his high notes bore, For a nuisance then I knew him; So I sought his tracks with a murderous axe, And savagely I slew him. With a severed head I saw him dead At my feet, with his life-blood flowing. But lo, next morn, with day new-born, I woke to hear him crowing. And he crew and crew that whole day thro' Till the dewy dawn descended; And all night long, with a mournful song, His clarion never ended. I hear him still, do what I will -- Then by my fate take warning, Lest folly may thro' all the day Stretch one small ill of morning.
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