The Vulture and The Little Girl

The wild, a mystery bestowed by the nature, is a woven beauty interlaced with the strings of survival. A vulture, a twine tangled in the woven, is a prey to the murder and - maybe to the astonishing - tender and humane motherhood and fatherhood. A little girl, embraced with death though hope. The vulture beholds her in his eyes, while establishing his legs over the ground which was covered with light and orangish sand particles. As the seconds passed away, the little girl waited impatiently for death, while the vulture, sill in an awe of how much meat would be trailed down to home and toil up in the new vulture's mouth. Both waited, for nothing but death. Death, a something that catches you in it's warm hands before suffering veils you with pain.

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