Writing this flash fiction is like getting to know more about a dear friend I have never met. But I hope someday, there will come a time when he will be given the freedom to live his peaceful life again back when animal cruelty is a nightmare no one would dare to live in.
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In the mountain air, I travel far from where humans live, peace and solace are found. A kingdom where only I rule — taking good care of divine trees with companions. But what does it take to be me? Delicately white bellied, two strong yellow legged and long winged — I’m not a monster, but frightened are monkeys, snakes and rats when I fly. O’er them are my two good seeing eyes and sharp claws prepared to attack. Not that I intend to, but rather what nature calls. As I fly hundred feet above, a fellow prey is impossible at reach. But down there, where human aristocracy rules, is what I’m most afraid of. Many years ago, ancestors lived freely in their will with no danger of harm. But today, anywhere I go seems the possibility of my somber end. For heavenly mounted home is turned to…
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