• High above, a hawk circles the sky alone, watching a noisy flock of ducks fly by.
    They are hunting, the hawk realizes.
    And in their desperate search for food, they still chatter so loudly, risking scaring any source of meat away.
    As they finally leave, the hawk swoops down and takes his kill, deadly, swift, and keen.
    And as he feasts, he laughs at the ducks inability to see.
    Would you ever guess that the hawk is me? twisted