| Universal by IamBoris In a burgundy sky, twin moons shine brightly. A tarpan-hawk croons a soulful song as she soars through the golden clouds. With jade eyes, she spots me, but does not mind my presence. Visitors are nothing new. As she takes her perch on the branch of a mighty telano tree, the moonlight accentuates the deep crimson of her feathers, and the rich auburn spots that encircle her eyes and seem a specter of death. With hooked beak, she prunes herself, and, without missing a beat, suddenly swoops from the heavens to devour a rodent she had been surveilling with the corner of her eye. A distant, alien world, yet a recognizable food chain remains. Perhaps some things are universal. |