Form to Form
by Mark C. Durfee
From the side of my eye I caught the movement, the shadow silhouette of someone moving towards me in the deeper darkness of the un-illuminated alley. I heard the rustle of paper against shoe as my body began to loosen. Without sound or yell the silhouette formed into a man with an open blade coming at me.
Never one to run, I to meet the assailants approach, hands down, body loose. There was no doubt in either of us that one of us would be taking flight from this earth in the dark moonlit moments ahead. Predator or prey was the only question running in my mind. My life threatened the decision became mine.
Tonight, I would be predator. Instantly assuming my avian form, his forward motion carried his eyes directly to my talons. He was too heavy to lift as I took wing, clutching the watery orbs. I became as the prey had been, just another image of dark sailing through a darker night looking to feed my hunger.