The Intrepid Parrot

The parrot was exasperated, fluttering its delicate wings against the cold metal bars of the miniature cage that it was imprisoned in. Though its new accommodations could be declared snug for any its brethren, the over-sized span of its wings made it a strenuous job to not to appear as incongruous as it felt. The fact that this was a temporary confinement was the only tranquility its fraught mind could seek in this stressed environment.

Mr.Brody, the proud proprietor of one rare Cockatoo, gazed upon his prized possession as it frantically began to tromp around the borderline of the cage. His experienced mind was confused at this sort of a behavior from the “love-sponge” of parrots, who were best known for their compliant mannerism. It’s been a week since he bought the snowy white parrot from one of his trusted suppliers of recherché items. He loved to compliment himself that he always had keen eye for birds, and this new inclusion to his repository seemed only to fuel his smug contentment. However, he knew his limitations- being a color blind he couldn't appreciate the true beauty of the creature- which, somehow, never obstructed him to carry on his duties. He saw the world in black and white, and those were the only colors true to him. And at the moment, the Cockatoo appeared as a shade of black.

The blithe wind blew outside as the parrot stared at it with a distant longing. The cage 

it was kept in offered a clear vision of the outside world, which as it would seem, was a torment to its trapped body. Its majestic wings have never tasted the untamed wind. Yet, somehow its mind conjured up a vivid image- the plush meadows below were racing past as it flew high above them- in the distant horizon the wide open sea seemed to call out to it with its soaring waves- it expanded its wings, to its full span, and with a grand air glided in the open sky that was its rightful home. The clattering of the cage brought it to back to reality, or at least what it was forced to call reality. Its new owner seemed to be carrying it to his playhouse, where he entertains his audience with the apparent echoing traits of a parrot. Alas! Blind little human, if only he could contemplate its true magnificence.

Stupid little bird, Mr.Brody cursed under his breath. This worthless creature cost him a fortune. And this is what comes of it? A dense bird screeching its throat out, is that what people pay to see? Though its beauty earned much accolades, it was outshone by the imbecile within it. But of course the bird, being such, was never expected to carry any brains. If only it was a little less incorrigible, it could surely be taught the way of the parrots. But as fortune would have it, he, the epitome of properness, was cursed with the most atrocious of beings. As for now, he truly had no idea what to do with this vile creature. If it is kept with the other ones, they would turn chronic as well. It has to be kept isolated, he thought. Secluded from the company of its brethren. And so, it was accommodated as such, in a an isolated corner of the playhouse. Maybe, just maybe, it will learn from this sanction and perhaps would conform in the future- the commercialism in Mr.Brody hoped.

You have to pave our own path and work towards your dream. In the darkest of times, 

you have to hold your own and have faith that the universe will meet you halfway-through. And the parrot reaching its half, observed the universe taking control. Somehow, maybe owing to the chaotic anger in his mind, its master forgot to lock the doors to its cage. And this was the universe speaking, it believed, urging him to be free. With a gentle push of its crown it nudged the door open. The window, as fortune would have it, was also open. With a flap of its wings it glided outside and soared into the bright sunlight.

Mr.Brody was running frantically back to the playhouse. He suddenly remembered that he neglected to lock the cage doors and cursed himself for being such a blunderbuss. However, he didn't neglect to also curse the bird for causing him to be as such. Damn! Just as he feared, the cage was deserted and outside the window you could see a black bird desperately fluttering, trying to take control of its over-sized wings. He knew that any attempt to catch it would only be futile and so his analyzing mind tried to devise something to mitigate the damage done. Surely, he couldn't let it get away. Soon, it would come back for its brethren and he couldn't risk a mutiny, not now. The bird was getting out of range and he had to take action. He reached for the rifle, encased on the wall beside, and his experience eyes took a methodical aim at the parrot’s heart.

The tranquility of the noon was blasted by two consecutive gunshots. A moment later, 

a snowy white parrot was seen sprawled on the pavement, the red smeared across its 

chest a vivid contrast with its white plumage. But if you observer more carefully, you could see the blood twisting and forming words on the ground. As if the unspoken mind 

of the creature, upon death, was expressing itself. The words transformed into sentences, which seemed to display…..

                                The loneliness in society
                                     scream and nobody hears
                                     people-ants
                                     noisy and brownian
                                     scurrying around in their cities -
                                     large anthills.
                                     The suppression of the individual,
                                     destruction of dreams
                                     and limiting thoughts,
                                     self-fulfillment
                                                 not fulfillment.