Good Citizen

This morning when I stepped out with Romeo at 5:30 AM there was a dead chicken on the sidewalk at the intersection in front of the variety store. I wondered what that was about. I walked downtown admiring the morning light illuminating the tops of the buildings, thinking about the chicken. When I came back I saw Sandy, the lady with the skinny silver braid carrying the dead chicken by the feet. I watched as she walked up the street and disposed it in a trash barrel. What a good citizen!