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...
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.