People are strange little birds.
It’s how I view them at least.
Strange little birds with their ups and downs in life. So determined to spread their wings and fly. So determined to explore that blue expanse of the sky.
Me, I’d consider myself an owl, perhaps crossbred with some sort of raven. A nocturnal creature that is intelligent, yet with that sly cunning of a precious black-feathered creature.
I’ve met all sorts of birds in my life. The innocence and purity of pretty little doves, the parrots that lack a single shred of originality, and the sharp-eyed eagles that stand above the rest.
The connection between human personalities and specimen of birds has always been so clear to me. When meeting a person, the second I can get a feel for who they are, it is as though a great pair of wings sprout from their backs, each individual with a different coloured plumage.
Some would see them as angels. I see them as the graceful, overconfident swans, the blunt yet honest roosters, and the intelligent and animated penguins.
And now the visions are becoming reality, the fantasies are be coming physical.
Soon, those beautiful specimens will breeze free from this cavern, free from their cages.
The resourceful yet flighty sparrows, the successful white, inflexible albatross, and the poised yet nosy hummingbirds.
Soon, those beautiful angels, those avian-human recombinants, will have a chance to spread their wings and experience the air as they were always meant too.
The flashy and colourful peacocks, the aggressive yet solitary cassowaries, and the athletic, unfocused swifts.
My beautiful, colourful creations. Revel in your true forms. Soon, you will see…
Yes, people are strange little birds indeed.