by Teri Lambert
Stark, outlined against the gray sky.The "kewwwwKewwww of the hawks scream echo's throughout the woods.
A mouse on the pine needled floor stops. A shiver runs the length of its body. He hesitantly looks up, large eyes not blinking, searching the sky, knowing, really, it was too late.
He takes a step, brain realizing before feet that the hawks talon's are continuing his forward motion as he is starkly outlined against that gray sky. Feet still moving forward, for a minute, no more.