Over Easter we had a wonderful holiday spending time with our family (Derek’s siblings included). We hired some cottages on the eastern coast and it was a heavenly place called Lake Pleasant. We enjoyed a lot of time together but we also had time to ourselves. This is when I wrote this little story. We had very patchy WI-FI so I didn’t get to post it.
Blue Bird in the Cuppa Life
Ceru was a cerulean coloured Cordon bleu finch who lived in a courtyard in the center of a built up suburb. There was a leafy evergreen tree in the middle that offered shade to travelers and locals under its wide welcoming branches. There was a trail of people who came to the local café called The Cuppa Life. Ceru lived in the grand tree and spent most of his days there eavesdropping on delectable tidbits of conversations. He collected many stories from the townspeople and travelers alike. Only it really felt like there was little time to practice his new songs which he had been crafting as he spent his time hopping around under the tables looking for crumbs to eat.
One evening, when everyone had left, Ceru flew down to one of the tables and sat on a pretty floral cup holding a posy of flowers. Each table had a cup of flowers with its own unique colour. His cup was cerulean blue. He said to himself, “Nobody is around, I’ll practice my new songs, I’ll sing as loudly as I like and whatever I want.” As he was singing his new inspired songs the local Fat Cat came up from behind and pounced on Ceru and gobbled him up: so much for The Cuppa Life, or who’s cup of life was it?
I am using my travel photos for my illustration.
This story is a comment about society, social systems and who really benefits. That’s all I am going to say.