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Post by Mooneyes on Mar 22, 2008 16:31:30 GMT -5
The sun may rise...
A yellow shape sat in an apple tree, staring up at the rising sun with pale, silvery-blue eyes. The weak yellow rays creeped into orange, then finally flared into a bright, rosy red. Drops of dew clinged onto the leaves, but they too changed into the colour of the sunrise.
A nightingale chirped on the branch below Mooneyes, a burst of song bursting into the calm silence of the morning. Mooneyes crouched, then sprang down, landing on the brown bird. Quickly, she killed it before it know what was happening, silencing it's song forever.
I'm sorry... Mooneyes thought as she started to pluck the dirty brown feathers off the medium-sized bird. She thought that she can see a tiny translucent cloud rising from her prey, into the blue sky.
But a creature may fall...
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