A child is playing on the ground. He’s running around on the open field, laughing, screaming. His mother is watching from the porch. A beautiful spring day. He’s ground so fast, become so agile.
She looks up. A bird is circling, far above. A big bird. It makes her feel unsafe.
She calls her little son. He doesn’t listen, he’s too busy running around.
The child is further away now. Further away from the threat, though not far enough. Hunger tears her stomach. Her mate is watching the nest. Their eggs. She knows he’s hungry too, and this one would be enough for them both… (more)