As it waits for its prey..

As it waits for its prey..

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured. What had I done wrong? I was just a tiny little bird who was trying to learn the way things work in the big bad world.

My mother had advised me to be careful of those big creatures who had always troubled us. And therefore, she never allowed me to go out anywhere without my siblings. But I always sneaked out when she wasn’t around. While I did get caught many a time, today was different.

It had become a day of despair.

Linking to Finish the Story

Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – November – My post no 1 for this month.

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