The unusually long days of rain and chilly nights late last
year did not help any when I was desolate over a death. But one morning I woke up to find sunlight seeping through my window. The ice in my veins started softening.
And then I heard something and looked
out. "Get out and play," my yard invited. There, I had an unusual conversation.
A bird with colors that shimmered in the sun flew from out
of nowhere and impertinently perched itself right in front of me -- on the waxy blood-red Anthurium that I was admiring. The
bird steadily fixed its deep black eyes on me.
Mesmerized, I
whispered: What are you doing here?
Silently, the
bird spoke: "I came to bring you joy"!
- Ariel Murphy
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| A Macaw preening. Photo from The National Geographic |
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