Not a Black Cat

rooster

 

It was not a black cat

But a red rooster

That crossed my path this morning.

I waited

As it waddled past the car

Oblivious to the honour

I had accorded it.

 

Why the rooster crossed the road

I do not know

Though it waddled

With intent.

It had the whole day

In front of it

Provided it did not cross

Too many roads.

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