Falcon Brother

Alongside the smell of strained dew; pure, white feathers one after another fell from the sky.

Then landed a creature in a realm to its own.

Still; it takes the moment to look past its feet. Left, right; an angle in between facing myself. Readying its mind to set the banquet table. We met eyes.

Heat stood upon its chest after its excursive chase. It's energy flowed downward, inciting the creature to sink an inch further in as the essence of life drew within its hardened talons.

Suddenly.

The bird furrowed its wings, enveloping the outline of the flesh it had affixed to crevices of jagged stones.

Crying out with its head to the sky, then drooping sharply inward and painting within the outline of its brooding shadow, it ate.

The sinew was a velvet pink; it was the meat of another Falcon. I knew too well how a full stomach blinds one to blood spilt upon the ground. But the falcon would be hungry again. So would its kin.

It was all so ugly. I don't want to remember. My only consolation now is to keep eating. Yet, the bird. When we met eyes, I could tell.

It smiled at me.