You in the chicken costume at Parque de las Palapas

You were dancing in a full chicken costume under the string lights at Parque de las Palapas, to a song that nobody could name, with a seriousness I found deeply moving. I was eating an elote and started to cry a little. When the song ended you bowed. A family clapped. I asked who the costume was for and you said, the chicken. I did not push it. I have been back every Sunday. The chicken has not returned. The elote is fine.