A colorful bird’s fate

The first meeting with the colorful bird was on a Monday morning. I hate Monday morning. Crowds are everywhere. Buses are stuffed, streets are crowded and I could help asking for a leave to keep myself in my empty room. When everyone is going out for a busy Monday, peace comes to houses, what were created to hold people and protect us from the dangerous outside world. But still we are not satisfied and try hard to build bigger and bigger house. Perhaps, one day we will have only one house that is big enough to hold the whole world of people. Sound great eh? But a house breaks the world into two parts, and we can still enjoy something fresh outside the house. A giant house holding the whole world will leave us no new places to have a change, of mood, environment or something like that.

Where I met the colorful bird was the wood behind my room. I saw something shining from my window and it’s jumping nearer and nearer to my direction. I watched, threw beans there to see it would be frightened away or come out to eat the beans. It jumped nearer and I saw clearer. A colorful bird, beautifully colorful and its eyes were stuck to the beans. Like it eh? I threw more to it, and it seemed to be surprised and looked back at me. I smiled and it twittered. Clever creature, it knew. It continued eating those beans and I continued watching. Just enjoy the temporary peace of nature, I said to the colorful bird. A little boy wearing brightly colored sidney rice jersey came around and curiously looked at the colorful bird for a while. He ran away soon to play with other kids. You were lucky, bird. I whispered. It was concentrative on the food, and I was concentrative on it. I did not mind doing nothing on a Monday morning, just like the colorful bird did not mind eating food given by a human being. What a rare scene!

I thought so. When the colorful bird jumped back into the wood, I even waved my hand and said goodbye to it. Goodbye and never see you again, I said to the wood. How many birds get killed every day? I don’t know. I never actually care how many things die away every day, as I just get sick of the fact that so many people are living, in cruel, depredating, expanding ways. They want more than they have but never know how much more they can have, and how much less they leave to others. They believe there are unlimited numbers of chances, benefits and powers to support their ambitions. I am strange sometimes. I need exactly the same things as they do, but I just can’t persuade myself to do what they enjoy doing every day. I sometimes feel scared of the world, which is too crazy and too abnormal to any kind of really civilized creatures. I don’t mean I am more civilized than others. I’m not, and even less than many others. I’m just sometimes like the colorful bird, going naïve and hoping for peace. The colorful bird might be killed someday when it meets an unfriendly human being, but my situation would be much worse. I might kill my own hopes for peace someday as such hopes are not tolerated by the world.

I dreamed of the colorful bird’s dead body that night and I was holding a bleeding knife in the dream. The next day I closed the window and never opened it again. I meant it when I said goodbye.