Odd Bird Out Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Odd Bird Out
He’s the odd bird out I tell my wife
His time is up full spent his life
Bereft of feathers peeps out his skin
He doesn’t deserve anymore caged in.
He could now the others infect
For the ones healthy him must reject
Once he is gone we would have the good four
Let us be practical and show him the door.
My wife a kind lady looks at me askance
Is this the same man or someone else by chance
Then bringing herself together says with a stern face
How could you be so cruel and horribly pitiless!
I reason with her time is closing for him to die
We would do it better if we let him taste the sky
His life is already wasted enslaved in your cage
Why not give it the wind to fly turn over a new page!
She isn’t convinced an iota from what I clearly spell
Get in her eyes the clouds impending rains well
It’s too late now she says not to let him end his life
In the world he knows his own with a family of the five!
This is a tough decision to make. I understand both arguments, they both make sense.The little bird is well cared for, that's the most important thing.
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5/3/2024 10:20:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Pradip, I'm with you I think on this one. As I understand bird culture, his family is in fact trying to help him die (and to protect themselves) . He clearly could not survive on his own. Your wife's take on this seems closely allied to that of folks who would deny euthanasia to a dying family member (even if they were in great pain) in the perverse belief that they are preserving a sacred life! ? To me this is not showing God's love, it is fear based religion where you try to protect your own soul (by not offending God) at the expense of another who perhaps wishes they could die. I say give the bird a break (a broken neck) . That is my view of my role in God's will for this poor bird.