The Beast

The beast clawed the flesh of the white feathered creature. A pool of blood on the pavement. The flesh was being ripped apart from the bones, the red eyes were dull, long time lost its shine. The whiskers of the beast tingled as it sensed the presence of three other being watching it savoring the blessing of the day.

The feathers were slowly falling apart - some were covered by blood, dripping as it was moving smoothly as the soft wind blew. The strangers kept standing there, looking at the cruelty of nature. The pink flesh was chewed to bits as the beast swallowed the meat with triumphant face.

"Kesian burung tu," said one of the boys.

"Kakak tak buat," I said involuntarily.

"Tau," they said in unison.

Smirking, I walked away from the cat that was eating the pigeon.