Yellow said, "How long are you going to keep looking out from behind the bars?"
Blue dragged its beak along the stick in the middle of the cage and replied, "Until I can find a way out."
"Really? Do you still have hope? After all the times you've banged your head against the bars, after pecking at the door so much, you still have hope?"
"There's nothing else I can do but have hope."
"Maybe having a baby will change your life..."
"Oh, please, don’t start that again. Will my life change, or will you get your wish?"
"Well, isn't it my right to be a mother?"
"As long as you're in this damn cage, no, it's not your right to be a mother."
"What's so bad about this cage, as you call it? What's missing? We have food and water, shelter and warmth. It's actually the best place to have a baby, without the fear of snakes, foxes, and other dangers outside. Oh my God, just thinking about sitting on my eggs drives me crazy with excitement. Why do you resist?"
"Aren't you tired of repeating the same reasons?"
"You've never answered; you've never cared to answer. You just stare out through these bars, looking at the outside world filled with crows, crows that are stronger than us lovebirds. You actually want to live in a place where death breathes down your neck. I'd rather have a baby in this cage than out there in the wild."
Blue jumped down, took a few sips of water, then flew back to the middle stick in the cage, close to Yellow, and said, "A baby needs freedom more than food and water, and that's something this cage doesn't have. We're birds. Our identity is flying, and that's something this cage doesn't allow. Have a baby? Our child wouldn't even feel the breeze on its wings. We'd have to watch it slowly wither away, staring longingly at the sparrows outside, that is, if we're lucky enough that they even stay in this cage, which I highly doubt."
Blue's words were so logical and yet bitter that they silenced Yellow. Yellow said nothing more, only shedding feathers. It jumped down and busied itself with the seeds. After a few minutes, Blue started working on opening the cage again, paying no attention to Yellow. Perhaps that's why Yellow wanted a baby, because being unseen and unheard made Yellow cling to anything. Yellow knew the cage wasn't a suitable place for a baby, but maybe that baby was the only thing Yellow could hold onto, and Blue wouldn't even fulfill that one wish. Despite everything, Yellow still loved Blue; maybe because there was no other choice, no other option but to pour all its love into Blue—I don't know.
Yellow turned to the door and said, "Can you stop banging your head against the walls? That wound on your head has become part of you now. Give yourself a break so that if you manage to free yourself, you have the strength to at least get out of here."
"You see? We're not even worth getting bandaged up."
"Your ideals have completely blinded you! Your feelings are dead; your body rejects any affection."
Blue's silence confirmed Yellow's words, and this confirmation caused even more feathers to fall from Yellow. The sound of the door disturbed the rhythm of the cage. A human was entering the room, with his medium height, fat belly, and long beard that spread out like a shadow. Blue stood in front of Yellow.
The human's shadow grew closer and closer. The closer he got, the more Blue seemed to fade away. By the time the human reached the cage, Blue was gone. Yellow was snapped out of its daydream and remembered that it was that very wound on Blue's head that had taken its life. When Yellow came out of its daydream, it was met with a body ache, the result of being bruised from banging against the bars. Yellow was now a lonely bird, kept alive by the memory of Blue. The human, paying no attention to Yellow's wounds, refilled the food dish and left the room, whistling as he went. With the human's departure, Yellow, as always, began banging itself against the bars, continuing until it passed out. When it collapsed at the bottom of the cage, that's when Blue would reappear. Yellow still held onto hope for Blue's victory…