Rinda Brown
Stories (2/0)
When the Dark Men Come
He sits in the darkness of the hollow tree and waits. He knows it will only be a matter of time now. Soon the men will come. They will creep silently through the tall grass, climb the trees with their sharp-clawed feet, and steal the chicks from all the nests. He knows this because it won’t be the first time. It has happened so many times before. He learned not to fight because that could cause more harm or cause the man to accidentally drop… He shakes his head as he blocks the traumatic memory from his mind. It was the only reason he stopped fighting. Was he a terrible father for not fighting? He knew that some of the others fought still. The consequences were often devastating. He hated cowering in the back of the nest with his mate as the large dirty hands reached in to scoop up their chicks, feeling so powerless as he watched his chicks disappear into the black abyss. He tried to convince himself that if he let them go without a fight, ironically, they might actually have a better chance at survival. Or, at least he hoped so.
By Rinda Brown3 years ago in Earth