I was watching a yellow-vented bulbul as the sun set.
Watching it watching me.
I read somewhere that birds are intelligent and exhibit smart behaviors such as remembering the past and planning for the future.
So I asked if, like me, it was looking back on the day about to end.
And if it was looking forward to another week.
It replied that I was just imagining things.
It took off and and we went our separate ways — the bird to a week of freedom and I to another week of lockdown.
Too bad I wasn’t able to wish it well.
Keep safe little bird. Keep safe.