Drifting Away

FIVE BIRDS BY THE NORTH GATE
Chapter 3: Drifting Away
 

There she goes.

From his new perch at the Aviary, the Red Owl watched silently as the Green Eagle flew past him. It was her last day today, and like Blue and Pink before her, Green was also setting out towards new horizons. I wonder if she’ll bump into Pink over the border, thought Red. The Green Eagle didn’t tell them much about where she will be settling in, only that it was beyond the border, more or less near where Pink was. The Red Owl found this amusing, this secrecy. He once thought of telling Green about it, but then decided against it. He didn’t want the Green Eagle’s last memory of him to be mixed with lingering annoyance.

The Green Eagle was nearly at the gate, when the Red Owl remembered something important.

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Branching Out

FIVE BIRDS BY THE NORTH GATE
Chapter 2: Branching Out

 

It was around three or four o’clock in the morning when the Red Owl first woke up. The moon was still out, and the stars still filled the night sky. There was a gentle coolness in the air; the kind that gave his feathered body a soothing chill.

Today’s the day, huh, thought the Red Owl to himself. Shaking the last ounce of sleep that was still in him, he readied himself and set out for the Aviary. Like the Blue Peacock, another one of his friends was going to leave.

It was Pink Parrot’s turn to say farewell.

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The Flight of Lazarus Crowe

Lazarus Crowe was getting restless. With each passing day, he felt like he could no longer bear with the emotions that were boiling inside him. Only a few more days, and he’d be off to a new journey. It was something that he had been looking forward to for a couple of years now, but now it almost seemed as if he were standing on the edge of a high building, and he was getting nauseous from staring down at the unknown that lay before him.

His life was probably as ordinary as the one that you’re living right now, so it annoyed him whenever the people around him made a big deal out of the things that he had done. He wasn’t a movie star, and he strongly felt that there was no need for his personal life to be made into a circus sensation. His departure was no exception either; he had a lot of friends asking him repeatedly to have one last drinking session with them, or one last game of basketball. What’s this, am I going to die or something? Lazarus wondered about this as he tried to find it in his schedule to fit all of the “last” things that he would be doing before he left.

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