The people across the way have a rooster. I know this because I hear him crow, cock-a-doodle-do! When I am outside in my garden and I hear him, I smile. He makes me feel good. Makes me think of good things.
Roger the rooster is what I call him. As I stop and listen to him, I wonder about him. Even though I have never seen him, I know what he looks like. He is short with red feathers and a comb on top of his head. He has a tiny little beak, spindly legs and twig feet.
If only it was this easy to imagine what people are like. You see and met people all the time. But what are they all about? When you see someone, you only see the outward physical appearance. But what is inside? A person’s outward appearance is what they want the world to see. People have a hidden self that they keep undercover only to reveal to a few. If you have a chance to talk to someone, become friends, the discovery begins. Sometimes it is easy to figure out what a person is about and sometimes takes a lifetime. It just depends on how well they mask their true self.
Take Roger, what you see is what you get. He is a rooster. He has very little on his mind except food and his hens. But people are different. There are many agendas, worries and stresses. Money, family, and work are just a few.
One such person that comes to mind is the man I see every now and again walking back and forth along the road. When you look at him, you would think of him as homeless. Maybe he is. His clothes are dirty and tattered. He carries a backpack and walks along with a stick. I always wonder about him. What is his name? How did he become a transient of sorts. I probably will never know.
My cats are like Roger, there are no surprises. Each evening when I come home from work, they are there by the door waiting for me. Of course they are hungry and want to get fed, but I know they are happy to see me. The people of the world have many facets. Being able to see through the facade is the hard part. Wouldn’t it be nice if people were more like Roger? But then again I am sure we all have met our share of roosters.