C R Y
One
These two days I’ve kept hearing the bird sing. The singing is piercing - - - how many bird songs have I heard in my life now? And how many can I remember? - - - but this one, by the bird perching on the tree top and singing unapologetically, I pause and listen and cannot get it out of my mind! I can recognize this bird song immediately and I am expecting to hear it whenever I pass by.
With the song, it seems that a heated day suddenly cools down.
Two
The bird has not been around since yesterday afternoon. The day is back to ordinary again, dusty and noisy and exhausted, from its absence. What have I heard from the bird's singing then? I claimed it a Song yesterday. That's not really what I meant. I labeled it a song as if to stay away from something, or, still fall into the trap of romanticzing. What I heard indeed is a CRY! The Cry made me tremble. Irresistible. I looked up in its direction and started to get addicted to the song. Even in a moment, I wanted to cry with the CRY, uncontrollably.
The CRY reaching from the soul of a bird
To mine, or from the soul of a Nobody
To that of another
Nobody.
:2012
