When you arrive home, who is there to greet you?
Roo was the first to greet me today when I arrived home from getting groceries.
Isn't he handsome? And he's very friendly and enjoys my company.
Roo is not mine. I do not have chickens. I do not have a rooster. At least I didn't think I did.
He showed up weeks ago and is not interested in going back home.
I don't feed him, but he does spend his days chasing down the bugs in our yard.
He drinks from a neighbor's bird bath and eats their birdseed.
For now, he appears to be content with his life.
It's his story and I'm just one of the characters in it.
Of course, he's the main character.
I don't now what the future holds for him. Or us.
I guess I'll have to wait for the next chapter to be written.