A lone bird sits on an electric wire…
To a bird watcher, she is a magpie robin…
To a layperson, she is a black silhouette against the orange-blue sky…
She sits still… So still that she could be in a painting…
She continues dreaming… The dreamer that she is!
She jerks herself out of her reverie and looks the other way… She could well be a thinker, for she knows that a change of direction usually helps…
She preens herself… Each and every plume… Patiently. Therapeutically.
Like a vain princess, now she looks up with the hope that the chaotic, lesser birds on a nearby tree will notice her…
Far from success, she contemplates some more… The strategist in her comes to the fore.
She tweets… She chirps... She sings… Her slender neck and tail feathers gently sway to and fro in harmony… Pity, the performer finds no audience…
She flaps her wings rhythmically… Then abruptly, making sharp, raucous calls, she starts fluttering them frantically… An attention-seeking drama queen!
Impatience and desperation grow… She chooses to be left alone… But she is not really the loner others think her to be.
Riled, she sits still again… Impersonating a stoic sculpture.
A moment of quiet thought and she instinctively knows she has got what she wanted… Even if not from the ones she tried to appeal to…
Someone has indeed been watching her all along…
She cheeps a gracious thanks, much like a ballerina’s dainty curtsey…
But is that enough? That is not all she wanted... Is it ever enough?...
With newfound confidence, she looks towards the so-called lesser birds on the nearby tree…
Once again, she calls out to them to gain their fellowship…
She is a wannabe conformist… An aspiring prude on a never-ending path of desire…
She is a seeker…
After all, she is just a bird...
A lone bird who sits on an electric wire…
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