Bird of Death

Today I reflected, on the recent summer past. Staring out at the truly beautiful colors of fall foliage. I noticed, a magnificent bird of prey. A red tailed hawk, to be exact. poking and prodding through crunching, decayed leaves. The radiant bird, unfazed by myself; Or any human activity, Noisily happening around the urban playground, nestled safely below his talons. This amazing creature, inspired me to pick up my Sharpie marker and go nuts.