I snapped a bird on a pole, shrugging off excess water from his feathers. It drizzled early morning bringing a much needed relief from relentless summer heat. A light moment for the little creature, while the morning rush is starting to hum around him, people rushing to work, rush rush..traffic, trains, buses..walk faster 🙂 Bird doesn’t care, he can lie around, soak in the sun later, fly wherever he wants to. No deadline, no shitty managers, no mortgage, nothing to pay for. Short life, free life. Some might envy him for his freedom and carefree life.
But happy life? I don’t know, he might be on target for an predator, could be a cat, an eagle miles high in the sky.
Bird’s existence speaks to my conscience: Life is not free, bird or humans heading to train stations on the rat race or the rat on the train tunnels.
Or is it as it goes, grass always looks greener..but would it be applicable to inter species jealousy, that might be a stretch. But who knows? Who knows what the bird is thinking, is he also jealous of us humans, wow, they don’t have to live in a tree or run from other birds, run from cats, predators. But yeah, I’d prefer to stay a bird..hmm.
Ravi Tandukar 