In Requiem.....

The Rastafarian Rooster is gone, victim most likely to the big Raccoon that’s been scouting the ‘hood recently...
He was a very nervous rooster ‘n took to his heels almost the moment that Willie ‘n Rusty hit the street... Willie, especially, loved chasing that p’ticklar rooster prob’ly ‘cause he was so skittish...birds what don’t run, don’t get chased by Willie....
We do get our share of wildlife on our little street...
well, we’re maybe a half-mile from the American River ‘n that’s a popular place for coyotes, bobcats, turkeys, more ducks ‘n geese than y’can count, the occasional mountain lion altho’ that gets disputed by the park rangers....I don’t believe the rangers tho’....I think they’re kind’a like the Sac City police ‘n the SacBee who somehow never seem to report the majority of muggings, assaults, etcetera that take place downtown (bad for bizness, y’know).....anyways, we get deer, most summers at least two or three come to laze around our back yard...Millyrose sez that we should keep water for them....we get raccoons, oppossum ‘n skunks in addition to the feral cats ‘n chickens....lots ‘n lots of chickens altho’ there’s a few less since their leading proponent has moved to a different location...she has been coming back to feed them but that’s slacking off somewhat.... too bad for them....still, we have someone else that walks thru in the mornings spreading chicken feed ‘n, of course, we have the ‘CATLADIES’ that come in the evenings to feed the feral catz....ah well, who wuz that character (Blanche duBois, when you’re old the mem’ry comes ‘n goes) in A Streetcar named Desire that ‘always depended on the kindness of strangers’.......I’m poking a little fun here, but there ain’t a thing wrong with compassion. It would truly be a sad world without it!