A walk one Sunday afternoon through Far East Square, Fuk Tak Chi Museum and Telok Ayer Street brought to the area of Amoy Street, where somewhere around the hawker center and Telok Ayer Chinese Methodist Church, i came upon a little park.
Now I don't know the name of this park.
But it's a park known to who criss-cross it on their way from Amoy Street Hawker Center to Shenton Way and Tanjong Pagar, and vice versa.
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This park is especially crowded on weekdays.
Not, however, on weekends.
There's hardly anyone.
And because there's almost no one, the roosters come out to play.
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We were making our way across to the Tanjong Pagar side when we saw them.
It was a very unexpected sight.
A very charming one too.
Just like how the otters charm us whenever we see them trundling about in the city, roosters have the same effect on us too.
I guess it wouldn't have meant so much had we been near a forest, a farm or even a ground-floor residence that had a garden.
But there we were, in the middle of the Downtown Core, surrounded by the buildings of Capitaland Tower, MND Complex and Wallich Tower on the other side.
These roosters and their families would have to come from somewhere.
But no one knows from where, and funnily enough no one really cares.
We're just glad to see them in our city, amongst our structures, amongst our beautifully planted shrubs, amongst our beautifully planted trees.
It wasn't just us alone fascinated by this fella perching himself confidently on the swing.
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Others were, too.
Like the man, backpack slung over his shoulder, snapping pictures with his mobile phone.
Like the couple walking hand in hand who suddenly separated so they could take pictures from two different angles.
Like the family with their little girl who ran free on the grass chasing happily after the little chickens and hens