with one of it's wings spread widely on the road,
and blood flowing out from it's chest,
a stagnant scene where the word 'DEAD' is written all over it.
It's nothing significant about it.
In fact, to most of the people, it's juz a corpse lying on road,
contaminating the so called 'environment' of theirs.
Some would think that the bird is stupid to die in the middle of the road.
Some would say "what a pity bird" as they drive pass the tiny lifeless body and forget about it seconds later...
There are also others who will say, I want to help, but its already dead and why do I care? It's juz a bird~
Those who accuse it of pollutng the so-called environment,
do they even know who's the main culprit of global warming?
Or to those who called the bird stupid,
who are they to judge the bird's intelligence when they haven't get to know it?
Or to those who pitied the bird and forget about it later,
do they even know how did it died and how to help it?
And also those who say it's juz a bird,
have they ever thought that the 'juz a bird' is someone's children, spouse, parent or friend who is much loved and respected? The ‘bird' who may be the hero of another? The 'bird' who feeds the nest and have 6 lives depending on it to stay alive?
Yes, my guess is that the 'juz a bird' was ran by a car.
But it wasn't really dead yet.
What I didn't mention is that while I was passing by the body,
the bird was in fact very much alive.
It was very much alive in the hearts of the other 2 birds which surrounded the dead body...
One pushing the poor bird with its head,
as though asking it to wake up;
And the other who seemed helpless didn't know what to do,
stared blankly at the empty body which may someone with much importance to it.
It felt as though they are trying very hard to hear the last wishes of the dying bird...
As if they are saying their last goodbyes... reminiscing the past...
As if they were CRYING...
As if they were PRAYING...
Minutes after I managed to get down the car and wanted snap a pic on the touching moment and maybe bury the poor little body somewhere more worthy....
There was nothing left...
Except the long trail of blood,
showing the spot where the bird once laid,
and the cold hard silence of how it's been taken away...
Leaving nothing behind, except memories of it's presence.
You see, birds, like human beings are living things
They have everything we have,
Physical body, soul, feelings, emotions, someone they cared about...
And when a bird is taken away from the flock,
The reluctance and sadness are as painful as human beings...
Dun juz say 'its only a bird' or 'its only a dog' or even 'its juz a rat'...
Remember that it had a life,
A lover, a spot where it was given the chance to exist in this world...
Dun turn a blind eye when you could have reach out and make a change.
Be responsible,
Be concious,
Be humane.
Be responsible,
Be concious,
Be humane.
Sometimes, I really wonder if the birds were hoping that it was all just a Dream...
Just a Dream-Nelly
