The snails make way for the prickly lettuce

and dandelion feast. From a branch, perching—the

sparrows wait: —should we eat the snails

before, so as not to lose our meal, or wait and

gain the nutrients of their feast as well?

Higher up, the falcon circles overhead,

contemplating his identical maneuver on the

sparrow prey. A swoop and dive.

Little does the falcon know, men lay in

ambush—camouflaged—to catch and mount the splendor of the

dive. They think: —it is much

better to save the likeness of beauty, for it may

one day perish from this earth, how opportune,

this flying falcon, as a trophy gift for generations hence. Remembrance.

 

To obtain what is essential and required,

sustenance for the functions of the body,

with the intention of remaining, preserving, on the

verge of destitution if any other action were

taken, eternal white amplified. Obtaining what

the functions cease without, the misfortune of the fowl.

 

The beauty of the quiet lettuce and sallow

dandelion to the snail causes a craving that

makes the snail the food upon it feasts. The sparrows

understand their charming little chirp…chirp, chirp...the falcon it’s majesty,

aerial regality, soaring as the eye of heaven’s

gate, a guardian. Today, what luck to be favorable in the eyes of men who prey: to want

and obtain, the punishment of hunger. Hunger

for acquisition, hunger.