The Cry of The Angels of The Nature

Narrative essay. THE CRY OF A MOM

If I ever had another chance to save a family, I would do it without any hesitation and do it in a better way. I know the feeling when the angels of the nature die in my palm.

When I was young, I treated birds just the opposite way comparing with what those naught boys did. It was strange to those country boys and it was uneasy for me, too. I know how happy and tranquil I am when I listen to the birds singing. They are the angels of the nature.

However, one day in a summer, when I was reading a book, a continuous plaintive cry came out somewhere. “It is a bird.” I wondered,” the sound should not be like that.’ So I ran out of my room to see what had happened.

Oh! It was that bird. She set her home in the tree near our house. And she had given birth to several babies months ago. Now she was flying up and down, here and there. At one moment, she flew up to the top of the house, looking around and calling out. “Babies, my babies, where are you?” Then at another moment, she jumped back to the nest. “Oh, my honey, where are you, where are you? Come back.” Just like this, up and down, round and round, the Mom bird flew and cried, full of worry and anxiety. It was so miserable.

“I must do something.” I told myself. I knew it must be those merciless, heartless boys in my hometown who had wrested her babies. Because several days before the tragedy they had attempted to take away the nest but had bee stopped by me. How I regretted that I could not protect them all the time.

What shall I do? I rarely played with those boys, so they would not give the bird to me so easily, even though they would just played with the birds for a while, throw them away, let them die, or even kill them just for fun. The Mom bird was still crying, and I thought over and over. “What can I do?” Suddenly, an idea struck me.

I went to the boys’ house, finding that they were talking about the baby birds they just stolen from the miserable mom. The baby birds were also crying in the cage. I was 11 that year. They were much stronger than me. But I managed to take my courage in both hands to talk to them, saying:” I want to buy the birds.” Out of my expectation, they agreed quickly and gave me an acceptable price, 5yuan for 2. My money was from my allowance. Hopeful and excited, I bring the birds back home, but something unexpected happened.

The two birds were so weak. They opened their big mouth wide. I knew they were too frightened and they were desperate for their mother. I put them on the top of the house, hoping that the Mom bird would recognize her babies and got them home. But the crying sound in the air has faded and disappeared. No cay any more. Mom bird had left, or even had died? I did not know. But one thing was definite, she lost her belief in human beings, and she died in anger and desperation. ………I could not do anything.

And the next day, the two baby birds also died.