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12-31-2012, 02:46 PM
A cry splits the heavens above as a falcon coasts on the winds. Its wings do not stir as it rides the thermals, drifting up and dipping down, tilting left and banking right. It circles above in a steady pattern, eyes searching and seeking the tell tale signs of prey rustling the grounds below.
There.
It has spied a kangaroo mouse stirring in the shade of a cactus. Silent as death the bird's wings close to its sides and it drops like a stone from the sky. Slick as a bullet and just as deadly the peregrine strikes the ground, talons clutching at the small rodent's body as wings snap out and buffet the air in a frenzy. Dust swirls like a cloak and the world is silent for a moment, just as eager to see the outcome of the clash.
As the red dirt scatters back into place the falcon is seen decapitating its meal.
