For a Wee Bird

"You who fell from the green above...
Crashed with the sound of a naught a needle
By fate we found you, innocent as a dove
But destiny decided, your life it will take"

Yeah, a bit strange for a beginning, but the thing is, yesterday my brother found a little bird. He said it fell from the tree that kinda extended above our veranda. I never really paid any attention and actually forgot about it until later on in the day. I was doing my normal thing, roleplaying, listening to epic music from the band "Two Steps from Hell" and playing Gyromancer which just happens to be an awesome game.

So yeah, there I was idly wasting the day away on things less important than studying which I adamantly refused to do on account of the stress it would cause me. On the other hand, though, I really was getting practice in my creative writing.

We had just recently recovered from the shock of a storm that was apparently worse than what the Philippine Atmospheric Geophysical and Astronomic Services Administration(PAG-ASA) had predicted. Anyway, back on track with the story. That afternoon to evening-ish, thunder was echoing and mind you, the peals were VERY loud.

Okay so, why did I remember the little hatchling? My dad asked me to step out into the veranda to see if it was flooding. It wasn't but then I saw the little bird, shivering in the chilling wind. I placed it near the metal door that opened into the veranda, and tried to forget about it, but guilt racked my insides. Eventually, I managed to convince my brother to bring it in, dry it and give it a cozy place to rest in.

Today, we left it under the tree, hoping its mother would come by and get it. Later on, it had vanished. I just hope it's in its nest and not in a cat's belly or not in some lump on the ground mangled and beaten and rotting. Oh I know I'm being morbid, but it's entirely possible.

Anyway, I realized how short life is and how lucky we are, as humans to not be like the animals at all. After all, imagine a human baby falling out of the nest and being forgotten about? It's inhuman... wait, it IS NOT human after all!

I dunno, I just find myself wanting to lock myself up in a LARGE volt with everyone important to me and everything I need until I die. That'll take the fun out of life though, and I'm not about ready to give that up. Maybe something from Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom can enlighted me...

"When you learn how to die, you'll learn how to live" 

Very confusing, but it works for me. Anyway, that's all I have to say. Ciao peepz!