rrodriguez

The Rooster in My Neighborhood

Did you see him up there all night, at the top of the tree?

Did you see him in the morning, raising his shining chest?

His mosaic colorful plumage, a perfect combination

of colors, his posture, proudly walks in the sunlight that

shines on him.

A bank of light, a flowery garden, moving his yellow beak

in the air.

Do you hear him flapping his wings and his trumpet wake

up call with his rowdy morning melody?

The loud resonant music, like the alarm clock that wakes

you up, with a sudden rumble, stabbing your deep sleep.

And did you see him right under the flamboyant tree?

An imposing image strutting the neighborhood, his legs

like black sticks, his wings like the sunlight that spreads.

And did you feel it, in your heart, how it gives you Puerto

Rican pride?

Now you finally know the rooster in my neighborhood,

his bravery, his courage, and the colorful life it brings.