Imagine a Pigeon’s life
It is always on alert, for
Its life is constantly under threat
Before quenching its thirst
It surveils the surroundings
It then takes a quick sip or two
Before looking out for predators again
If it finds a morsel of food on ground,
It cannot simply peck it with no second thoughts
First, to reach the morsel,
It needs to time its jump perfectly to come closer to morsel
Then as cautious as always it pecks the morsel
Before flying back to its nest
Imagine a life of having to constantly look out for threats
Would it share the same existential angst as humans?
Who knows may be it wonders the same about us
PS:Â This post is inspired by these lines from The God of small things
Estha wonders on seeing a bird “..the fact that something so fragile, so unbearably tender had survived, had been allowed to exist, was a miracle”
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