Green Grass
We're raise chickens in our home. We let them "graze" in our concrete aagan(courtyard). Looking at them made me think. They've never seen grass. Not only greens, but actual grass. They'll never experience the grassy fields, the wind that blows without a stop. They'll die without ever knowing what lies behind the iron doors. What they've seen, it's all a memory now. Will they even remember? Their friends? The scares?
Why would I suddenly feel so deeply about chickens? What makes me think I shouldn't be thinking about chickens? What makes humans so superior that we couldn't care for chickens? This ecosystem is rigged. Monopolized.
How cool would it be if we figured how others talked? If they could, then we'd empathize more I bet. I don't think I'd be able to eat meat then. What if plants spoke too? We'd die of hunger haha. But then there'd come a time we'd desensitize it all. Would I? If (not plants but) animals could communicate, we'd treat them more like humans. Makes me realise how the weak are oppressed. If you can't speak up, you'll get stepped upon.
Looking at the chickens also reminded me of Bretman. Living the life. That would be my dream home location. If till then remains a place quiet enough. Funny how I don't want it to be remote. Just quiet. Less people. I am bound to live that life.
Life is short.