Parakeet
I looked down from my tree and saw a large, furry animal feeding upon the remains of a smaller but equally furry animal. At first I felt sickened but quickly mastered the urge. “Nature must run it’s course,” I declared. “Cobblers!” the green and red parakeet I shared my perch with exclaimed. Silence enveloped us once more and we watched the red sun sink slowly beyond the distant horizon. “Night,” said I, once twilight had come and gone. “At last.” Perhaps, I thought on, it will get cooler now. ...