Every morning at around 4 am, you can hear a beautiful cuckoo singing out for its mate, somewhere outside my bedroom window. It goes on and on, a soulful cry for company. Until I fall asleep again.
And in the deep slumber, I find myself in the cuckoo's shoes (yeah, whatver)... on a lonely branch somewhere... in the midst of the towering apartment buildings, a hard urban environment, scared and scarred, desperate for more of my kind.
I think of the stray dog, the cat, trying hard to cross 8 lanes of zipping traffic... there are no signals for us. Every freaking moment is a brush with death - a gruesome end which is more certain than not!
How selfish can we humans be?
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