I remember being in the first grade and seeing my
first violent death scene in real life and I wanted to share it here.
I would've been about 6 or 7 and was waiting at the
bus stop when I noticed a crow in the street just hopping around. I could
tell right away that there was something wrong with him as he was struggling
terribly and I assumed he must've had a broken wing and even a possible broken
leg. The thing that warmed my heart was seeing a group of his buddies
screaming at him to hurry and get out of the street. I could tell they
wanted him back to safety. They cawed and cawed loudly, hopping around
crazily, encouraging their dear friend that he needed to get his ass out of the
street and they knew he could do it. "C'mon, buddy!!!"
And then it happened...
A truck came storming down the street at a horribly
fast 25mph, and the cawing got louder, the hopping got crazier, and the bird in
the street knew he could make it if he could just
get..that...last...bit...of...strength...
BAM!!!
Feathers everywhere.
Crunch. Crunch.
One car after another rolled over the bird and it
was suddenly quiet.
His friends sadly came to his side and to say good
bye to this soldier that tried hard to make it home to his family to live on a
crippled, yet good life.
One of his friends bowed his head in what I can
only assume was a prayer to send his buddy up to crow heaven.
Until he started to peck at his dead body. He
started to eat his friend. One at a time, the crows came down and pecked
and swallowed up his still warm body - flew away when cars came, then flew back
and proceeded to enjoy their breakfast of champions...or losers. He lost.
I don't remember why I watched this
entire tragedy, but I did. It was horrific as well as intriguing.
Oh well, waste not - want not.
It truly was the Circle of Life.
