Mother Hawk
As you take a closer look, you see a beautiful red flower growing just under the edge. Reaching to pick it, you lose your balance. You feel yourself fall as your bones start to ache and your muscles are spasming from the transformation taking place.
You feel the wind rushing past your face. Far below you see a lake; crystal blue in the middle of the mountains. To your relief, you can see a trout below the surface. Swooping down, you grab it with your claws, feeling them tear into its flesh, holding it even more securely. Pushing down hard with your wings, you start to rise again. You continue pushing against the air with your wings feeling your muscles contract and relax with the motion. Finally, nearing your nest, you glide smoothly in for a landing. Bump, you land gently beside your children. With your curved beak, you tear the flesh from the now suffocated trout and feed the tiny pieces to your children, who are chirping as loud as they can; reaching with starving mouths. Once the trout has been consumed and your children have quieted, you settle down for a nap, feeling content as your children snuggle against you, pushing under your wing. Your belly full and the sun warming your back, you slowly lose consciousness.
Opening your eyes, you realize that you have the prized flower in your hand and have not really fallen at all. Your feet are dangling over the edge while you stare at this ruby wonder. It must have been the flower that gave you this vision, you decide. Pulling yourself together, you put the flower in your pack and head down another trail. Soon you come to a fork in the road. The path to the left looks dense and less travelled. The path to the right somehow seems prettier, with little purple flowers lining the way. Would you like to follow the path to the left or the right?
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