こんばんは～

近所の犬が

ほえ～ん　わお～ん　くぇん　と鳴いております

夜中の11時に鳴くなんてどうしたの～？

（やほほ～と、聞こえるのは気のせいか？）

犬には犬の事情と言うものがあるように、

Ｅ－ｖｅｒｓｉｏｎ　のお届けが遅くなるのにも

実は、ふかーい　事情があります

それは～

今日は、一日眠かった～のです

そして、やさしいタクシーの運転手さまを

どんな風に　褒めたらよいのか悩んでいた～

のであります

あれ～

やっぱり、また、眠くなってきた

それでは、近所の犬のほえ声をバック音楽に

（わん、わん、ふわはは、きゃい～ん）

今夜のお届け、Ｔａｘｉ　Ｄｒｉｖｅｒ　Ｐｒｉｎｃｅ　Ｇｏａｔ

よろしく　ど～ぞ～

三毛猫詩人より

ＰＳ　

誰かが、ばご～んと大きな音を立てて

わんちのほえ声を　止めようとしてる～

蒸し暑い夜は、わんちもくそ暑いんじゃないのかえ～

そのうち、きゃい～んに変わらないといいのでござりますが

Taxi Driver Prince Goat

In the week of my teaching at a big electronics company, I met several male taxi drivers (from top-notch to crappy and unacceptable) who seemed to have entirely different policies on how to interact with a customer.

Like it or not, they were, in general, overly polite.

(It is hard to know, though, if their attitude came from obligation or by nature, though…).

It was very interesting for me to see that all of them were decidedly well-dressed: white shirt, white gloves, and a hat covered with a white cloth, like a chauffeur for celebrities or sailors in the Navy.

(In this profession, like actors, appearance counts a lot?).

As is true of every person we meet, however, every one of them had an outstanding or loathsome personality, such as that of an innocent goat and a desperately self-defensive hedgehog.

(Please don’t worry. I’m talking about them, not about you!)

Now, the first gentleman, who took me to the company’s research center, reminded me of a prince of Land of Goat.

(No, no, not a cheese-headed black goat that eats all our important letters in a fairly story).

I think this is because his very soft-spoken style helped me to ease the worries of being late for the lesson.

In addition, as if proving me that he were a very sensitive goat, as soon as I got in, I noticed that his car was full of a faint scent of flowers and hey (from a village where he lives with other gentle goats..?)

The arrangement convinced me his delicate sense of beauty.

That was a clear indication of who he was and how he had led his life.

(Prince values something intangible more than things tangible, such as money and a big car).

To my compliment on his wonderful way in communicating with his clients, he smiled shyly and uttered a few words of gratitude。

(A very good manner..!).

Perhaps, he was in his early 30’s, and, last year, could have married with his high school sweet girl, a cute white lamb...

At one point in our chat, he chuckled and declared that driving a cab was one of the most devastating professions.

“We keep sitting all day long. What’s more, heavy traffic gets on our nerves almost all the time.”

“Following dentists who are said to be contributing the rising suicide rate”, he confided to me,

“My job could be the second worst in this modern society.”

Yet, despite that unfriendly working environment, he looked optimistic and extremely hard-looking (Bravo!!).

With a soft smile, he kept talking with me, a stranger who happened to get in his car but become intrigued by his under-cover story.

After all, interpreting his shy smile as a sign of love and peace, I felt very comfortable all through our drive.

Many many thanks for your delightfully pleasant conversation and hospitality, and, most of all, your skillful driving, Prince Goat!

Poet Calico Cat

I want freedom as well as a bit of love.

Taxi Driver - Prince Goat