Falcon

There was a dead hawk outside on the ground today. Eyes closed, head turned to the right, body facing the sky. I couldn’t tell if it had been struck by a car, or died of cold. It was whole and seemingly undamaged… just lying there on the snow.

The breeze stirred its feathers, but it was so terribly still.

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