Vantage point

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

The Nest's Life

The nest loved it. It was the scene of all the action. It housed the chicks as they grew. As their eyes opened and adjusted to the bright sunshine. As they started growing a feather cover, and wings. It loved how its own life began at the same time as theirs. And how the life was so intimately connected to theirs.

And yet one day, the chicks became birds. Learnt to fly. The mother left. The birds flew away. And the nest? A few days later, it fell out of the tree in a strong gust of wind. An old lady stuffed it into a garbage bag.

And the nest died.