The Beaver and the Bird
That little everyday bird came and perched on it's regular
branch, and today instead of looking left and right, it looked down and saw a
beaver.
The wanderer without much haste tread in it's usual fashion and
like everyday expected the sound of the wind, the feel of the grass and the
push of the usual heat. However today he did hear chirping.
The little beaver tripped and fell, and as he sat back up there
stood a new figure on his head. The beaver moved as the bird showed delight
towards the traveller. With the usual wood to pile up the beaver kept moving
here and there near his domain. Crouching with passion and grooving with ease,
the beaver caught the attention of the bird who had decided to sit on the
nearby rock to wait for it's food. The little bird chirped in delight at the
exalted one. The bird flew to him and repeatedly splashed some water cooling
him while under the sun. They beaver scratched his nose and took some water in
his mouth, gurgled and splashed back in return.
The next day the beaver had resolved to his daily exercise with
the heart that had become wooden, mirroring his work. At night as he he dawdled
with his tail pointing at the stars he met the bird again who wanted extra
company until she found the need to go to her next. The innocent being asked
him if he knew some songs. The beaver shed some of it's hair on the matter.
Then as the time arrived, it was time for her to fly elsewhere and him to
go back instead of joining.
The next day the beaver was feeling jolly and was doing his
happy dance when he met the little bird flying his way, so happy that he
greeted her by boosting her a bit more towards the sky. The little one gave a little
chirp and then asked him on something he'd commented on earlier, her grace. The
beaver gave a random wag of his tail and replied as his own grace commanded.
Then as he was leaving to the direction of another, she sang a sudden encore.
Their friendship is interesting and quite different even though
both are on usual grounds every time. The suddenness is however a simple
similarity which the beaver has seen with the others who've passed by. Hence as
he is arranging the last of his wood he realizes his home still looks the same
but has flowers blooming from some of them this time. The fellow now stands
confused until the point he puts his tail back up and starts wandering again.
Writer’s note: This is dedicated to a person who is like
everybody else and happened to be there when I needed someone.
~ ARITRO GHOSH
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