• It fell. Its body twisting with the wind. Twisting in the most unmoral ways. Dancing with the wind. It wasn’t long before it hit the ground, but it seemed like a life time to me. Its face was wild with sadness and rejoice as it fell. Its eyes were sparkling with excitement for it all to end. I stared at it. In horror. It stared back. But his look was satisfied while mine was the contrary. It seemed kind of funny at the time, that we both had the wrong feelings. My reactions weren’t wrong just to strong. Finally it hit the ground with its bones cracking and breaking. The cracks filled the still night air. Crack after crack. Until the scarlet puddle started forming under it. Staining its beautiful white fur. Turning it to a wretched color of red. A sick color. Its bones were sticking out of its body. Sick. I tough. But its face. Oh, its face. Its face was full of grief and terror, of pain and suffering. But his eyes, his eyes were full of happiness and joy. Free of pain as the rest of his body contradicted. As if he was finally happy now. Sick, I tough again. How sick can this world get?! Pour creature, I tough, maybe that will be my fate one day. Maybe. All I could do was hope. The pour thing had died in peace. My head was filled with questions. Questions that I would of asked, but would never get answered. The sickening cracks still echoed from the tree tops. It seemed like the whole world had stopped to watch its death, and not yet returning to normal. The sickening cracks and the gushing of the blood replayed in my head. Over and over. Carving in. never to leave the souls of my memories. It shocked me that great pain replaced the indifference. I wanted to fall with it. And so my body was soon dancing with the wind. Twisting and twirling.