the hole in the heart

this morning, marathon man woke up before 6, to catch the 1st bird chirp.... he intended to do that a few weeks ago. but forgot about it until today.

the sky was still gloomily dark. then as the seconds ticked away, dawn emerged with its better and better-defined details from its silhoute of shapes .... at 0604 sharp, a soft twitter in double-syllabic tones came thru the cool air, from a tree outside the window. not that impressive at all. not something i would have imagined like a low-pitch call from the melancholic notes of a cuckoo, or the sophisticated but melodiuos song of a shama.... it probably was from the minah, the smartest city bird, or some sparrow, the busiest bird in town . instead it was this hardly audible, non-event-kind-of bird-whisper.... perhaps creation was not from a big bang after-all. imagine, even if there was one, who was there to listen to it?

more and more bird cracked the morning fresh air as the clock ticked away, and 7.30am there's already a cacaphony of chirps, calls, twitters, crooos. the morning belongs to the birds - a very powerful reminder that the saying "early bird catches the worm" does hold water.


marathon man had a kick out of this bird call thing, as he looked thru his windows at the various fyling creatures beginning their day with gusto and with songs.

he did his part as well. he braced the cool morning when he dropped himself in the middle of macricthie reservoir - the tree top walk. as he was enjoying the surroundings from the vantage point at the midspan of the hanging bridge, a sun bird halted its flight and perched on top of a tree. it made afew fast and sharp chirps.... as if to arouse the attention of marathon man. he took notice. then the bird.... somehow seemed to say : "hey, macho man, can you help me?"

"what?" after he got over his initiave puzzling and astonishment.

"i'm going after this adorable female sunbird, but she could give me a damn. what is your advice?"

"me.... hahaha.... i'm as lost as you are on this lovey-dovey thingie..... you see, i'm alone here."

"hm, you look happy. i thot a happy man is a man with love."

"i thot you too looked happy, chirping, fyling, foraging for worms..... why be bothered with male-feamle thingie?"

"me a happy bird, yes.... but all birdies need some thing to burrow. doesn't yours in need of some bushy holes for comfort?"

"my bird? i don;t have to worry."

"why?"

"it can take care of itself."

"how?"

"holes for the birdie to fill are easy to get, but the hole in the heart is not easily filled."