It’s not that I got any personal problem with the inter-racial romance that appears t’be going on out in my south forty...I got over all that nonsense long ago...’n it ain’t that I begrudge the lonesome Pea Hen a little companionship to lighten her days...’n other than the fact that he picked my yard to hide out in, I don’t have anything personal ag’in the big ol’ white rooster with the black tail feathers...far’s I’m concerned, if they took up abode either up the street or down, I’d be okay with it...it’s like I tell my neighbors, one of the many reasons I like living in Ol Fair Oaks is that there ain’t a lot of arbitrary rules to live by...I mind my own bizness ‘n you mind yours...’long as you don’t dance on my toes, I don’t give a big rat’s ass who you dance with or what music you dance to...it’s your choice...just as long as you leave me alone with my choice....
Anyways, I was sleeping soundly, enjoying a dream when Willie came crawling over me ‘n began to nose at my face...I pushed him away but he wudn’t take ‘No’ for an answer so I struggled out’a bed ‘n staggered to the door...I had his leash on him but it didn’t seem to slow him down very much as he hit the blocks a-runnin’.....the Pea Hen ‘n the Rooster were sunning themselves (a guess since I don’t really know what they were doing) in the side yard... as Willie hit the end of the leash (23’) at a dead run ‘n yanked it from my sleepy hand...The Pea Hen gave out with a mighty blast of her air-horn ‘n took to the air...now she’s a lot bigger than any of the myriad chickens that call Ol Fair Oaks home but where they tend t’be a tad clumsy getting off the ground, pea fowl lift off like a graceful 727....she flew away across the parking lot, honking her mournful goodbyes ..(to the Rooster, I imagine)....or maybe, that ‘uz just her way of thumbing her nose at me ‘n Willie.....
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