In Memory of my White Bird

My white bird named T-Rex was devoured by a hungry black snake this morning. T-Rex is one of my tamed and isolated birds because of its peculiar personality. I didn't really know what happened except for the fact that yesterday at dusk, my birds were freaking out. I feel guilty for having failed to respond to their call for help.

T-Rex is named after the person that I love so much. I have so many good memories of this white bird. T-Rex will never be forgotten just like the rest my birds that died. I wanted to cry but tears won't fall. It's apathy, I bet. I have seen dead birds so this ain't new to me, the same way Victor Frankl had seen many corpses. His, however, is different, inhuman, and difficult than mine. Frankl had not seen dead birds, but dead people.

Anyway, I miss T-Rex, and this blog is for him/her.