Thursday, December 13, 2007

Rooster Refurb

"Ya wanna rooster?"
"Alive or frozen?"
"Does it matter?"
"Uh-huh. I'm a lover, not a killer...."

The cousins prepare for their annual migration. A neighbor willingly winters their laying hens. A bunch of the roosters have already found their way to autumn parties as entrees.

A trail of exhaust in the darkening chill marks the cousins exodus. I take a moment out of the flurry of work to bask in the sudden peace-- and see that the one rooster. Too skinny for the freezer, he
remains on the outskirts of the barnyard, patiently waiting for the return of his flock. Or the fox.


His name is Jet Li. And he's really grateful for the slightly stale cereal....

1 comment:

  1. This story reads like a parable. It's lovely.

    This luck fellow knows how to make skinny work for him.