I heard a loud noise against the window of my mothers room. I went to investigate, and there in the bushes was a beautiful hawk that was brown with white specks, and yellow eyes. It started plucking feathers from itself and I wanted to rush out and help it because I thought it was hurt. The hawk looked up at me and I caught a glimpse of a sparrow in it’s talons. I realized that the look the hawk had given me was a hungry one. The hawk savagely continued to rip the wings and feathers from the sparrow. At first I was shocked. But then I remembered that hawks are carnivores and that is the only way for them to survive. As I write this, I am shaking, and thinking that our lives are not so different.
I returned to the window, and as if it was waiting for me, the hawk was there. It gave me a brief look that seemed almost disdainful and flew into a near by tree. I looked at the remains of the sparrow that he had devoured in less than two minutes. All that was left was a scattering of feathers. The hawk had done it’s job well, I couldn’t even see a drop of blood on the snow. The sparrow was gone without a trace except for it’s feathers which will soon blow away and possibly be discovered by a child who will put it in a secret place for keeping and then it will be forgotten. Someday, I to will forget the sparrow whose life was taken to feed the hawk. But if I had found the hawk dying, would I not try to help it. I had at first had fellow feeling for the hawk when I thought it was hurting itself, and when I found out what it was truly doing, then I felt sorry for the sparrow. But no matter what, at some time I felt sorry for both creatures of the air. How the tide turns.
What I’m trying to say is that in life, at some time we care for our enemies. I would hate for that beautiful hawk to die, and I was sad that the sparrow had to sacrifice itself so that the hawk could live. It just kind of makes you think…
I'm not really looking for critique, I just wanted to put this out there to see what people think. Also, please note that this post was for the most part written while I was watching the hawk, the second paragraph was written after I had taken time off of looking at the hawk to write the first paragraph. Life is savage and brutal but also beautiful, often at the same time.
