“A Black Chicken”

It was around five thirty in the evening and I was walking home… I was so amazed to see a black chicken in front of me on the sidewalk. This chicken looked healthy, had a stately walk and to me it looked as though it was saying, “I have a right to walk freely and no one can stop me.”… hmm. I was thinking if you were walking in Trinbago, you would be in somebody’s pot of pelau, before you could blow your own horn…