She moves through the night, unseen, unheard. Her rage, at injustice, gives her wings. Her sword cuts true. She lingers in those places where violence and abuse take place, waiting for her moment to strike. She sees all and knows all. Her Guardianship gives her direction and leads her to those who destroy the lives of others, physically and mentally. She lurks in dark doorways, listening for the cries of those who cannot defend themselves. She never hesitates, knowing that her magic cannot be used against the innocent. Children hide under beds and in closets, desperate to get away from grasping hands. People cry and beg for mercy. Animals cower in terror. The night exposes violence, the hatred that some humans have for each other and for every living thing The Guardian, infused with unearthly power, levels the playing field. People can feel her, in the darkness, as she brushes her dark hand against their cheeks, assuring them that the end of their torment has arrived.
The chicklets would like everyone and all things to live in harmony. I gently tell them that, for the most part, the human species is incapable of doing that. They just stare at me and ask, “Why?” It’s so easy for them to love everyone and everything…to be happy. They can’t understand why it’s so impossible for others to feel the same way. So, they are sending their love out to the world, hoping that it makes a difference. I hope that it makes a difference as well, somewhere, for someone.
“My mom said that humans are unhappy because they aren’t free,” chirped Cricket. “They work at things they don’t like, they forgot how to play and they spend a lot of time doing what other people tell them to do. She said all of that makes them crabby.”
“If I had to live that way I don’t think that I would be happy either,” peeped Flutterby.
“I know. My mom said it makes them dangerous and they never think they have enough of anything, they always want more and they don’t care how they get what they want. She said they’ve always been that way, from the very beginning. They don’t embrace life they try to beat it into submission.”
“What does that mean?” peeped Flutterby softly.
“I don’t know but the hens just made cornbread.”
“I love cornbread,” peeped Flutterby, flapping her tiny wings with excitement.
“After we get some bread we can go to the Rubber Duck Pond and take a Gondola ride,” chirped Cricket gleefully.
“I’m so happy,” whispered the small chicklet.
“Me too,” chirped Cricket, turning in a circle.
“I feel bad for the humans.”
“What if they don’t have cornbread?”
The chicklets were on their way home from a luau when they started talking about humans again.
“My mom said that we have to stay away from humans because they believe that they have the right to decide who gets to live or die,” chirped Clarence. “She said they hate us.”
“What did we do to them?” peeped Roxy.
“Nothing,” chirped Clarence. “They just hate us, that’s why they treat us the way they do.”
“Well, my mom said that if aliens from another planet attacked the earth, all the wars would stop so that everyone could fight against the aliens. As soon as they were finished killing them, which my mom said would never happen, they would start to kill each other again,” peeped Roxy.
“What’s a alien?” chirped James.
“Someone who lives underground at Area 51 in Nevada,” peeped Roxy.
“What’s Nevada?” chirped James.
“I have no idea,” chirped Clarence honestly. “None at all.”
“Do you think they sell food there?” chirped James.
“Maybe,” answered Clarence.
“I’d like some popcorn,” chirped James
“The kitchen’s still open,” chirped Clarence.
“Maybe if humans stopped fighting for a while and had more snacks they would be happy like we are,” peeped Roxy.
“I don’t think so,” chirped Clarence, shaking his head. “My mom said they’re broken.”
“My mom said that what doesn’t kill you doesn’t make you stronger,” chirped Edward. “She said it just makes you miserable, unhappy, depressed, broken and destroys the joy you once had in life to the point that you often wish whatever it was, did kill you.”
“What does that mean?”
“I think it means that it’s better not to have anything try and kill you.”
“Oh, that makes sense,” chirped Muffin. “Why didn’t she just say that in the beginning?”
Edward shrugged. “You know how moms’ are.”
“Want some cotton candy?”
“Sure.” chirped Edward. “So don’t let anything try and kill you.”
“Promise,” peeped Muffin. “You either.”
When I asked the chicklets and their friends to pose for this picture and told them what the heading would say, they were confused. They said, “Why wouldn’t someone be happy for someone else?” I started to explain but found that I didn’t really know the answer. Chicklets don’t understand jealously, resentment, hatred or greed. Those words don’t exist in their world. So I shrugged and said, “I have no idea why some people aren’t happy for others.” They said, “We are happy for everyone because when someone is happy then we are all happy too.” I kissed all of them and thanked them for posing. I told them I would pass along their chirps and peeps.