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I shuddered at the flutter of the flapping blue wings.
Where once a blue sky ceilinged, a gray cloud lingered over the climbing hills and rainforest greens.
My pace was slow and constant as I steadily climbed. It is quiet during my ascend. There was an air of eeriness and unease amidst me; I was alone.
Startled and scared, a large bird rustled from it's hiding place in the trees to my left. With a sharp turn of my head, my eyes find refuge in now knowing the source of my fright. Discontented, I followed it's flight with my eyes, curious to know its destination and hopeful it was not toward me. Eyes locked on its path, it made a canopy above me, landing by perch on a tree top now sitting high above to my right hand side. His peer violently disturbed my any ounce of content.
From right, back to left, I sharply jerked my head to find the newest source of sudden sound. He was not alone. He had an army. And the sound of flapping wings accompanying the patter of rain and the quiet whoosh of my tires on the pooled pavement, was an eeriness I'd rather not have lived.
I don't speed up; I just continued to climb at my steady and non-threatening pace. But with my procession, one by one, birds rustled from their hiding place soaring just above my head.
It seemed that the last had finished his flight. I glanced back through the rain, and there they sat, high above me in a perfect line, ready to attack.
Now all I could hear and see was my breath before me, a hazy cascade of condensation casting a momentary mark, and reminding me of my reality. I wished my breathy cloud would grow large and rise high above, in a way an S.O.S, a call, a plea, for someone to save me from this misery. But I was alone and fearful that a single wrong move could set the troops in my direction.
I imagined pecking and clawing. What damage the beaks could do as they broke skin and drew blood. With defenses at nill I would be helpless and at many a disadvantage.
The hill was long but not as long as the seconds that filled my time climbing it. And when I reached the peak, I dared not to look back. I was happy with my belief that once I started descending down the other side, I was no longer in the midst of a potential battle zone.
And now, forever more, I will shudder at the flutter of flapping, flapping, wings.
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Z Beautifully written. Had me intotal rapture. Like I was there with you.