It is 15 past 6 ' 0 clock in the evening. I sit by my window sill with random thoughts flicking through my mind and staring at the unusually round sun which is ready to retire for the day.
Long gone are those days when i marveled over the beauty of parrots and pigeons sitting on those crooked brown branches of apple trees, tweeting and chirping gaily.
Seems like the trees are no more their crash zone for they seem to have taken a fancy to the wires connecting the two tall buildings together more.
As the skies turn from yellow to faintish orange to purple and finally dissolve into indigo, the birds retreat back home flying past horizons.
An eagle soars through the sky with its wings beating rapidly across its body. The eagle scoops up a dead pigeon and reaches the tree. The chaos then begins. A million birds departing for their nests fly back to visualize the bloody scene.
Some of them candidly cling to the wires unperturbed by the pandemonium. They perform acrobatics in the sky.They all have condolences to pay for their dead comrade. They are cawing , tweeting, chirping and cooing to sympathize with the deceased.
A BOOM in the atmosphere causes a panic attack. The birds flutter at each other and seek for the sky. In the midst of all this commotion, the eagle rises again after enjoying a scrumptious meal. Sensing all this mayhem, the eagle circles around the flock of birds choosing its prey.
A BOOM in the atmosphere causes a panic attack. The birds flutter at each other and seek for the sky. In the midst of all this commotion, the eagle rises again after enjoying a scrumptious meal. Sensing all this mayhem, the eagle circles around the flock of birds choosing its prey.
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