At first, it sounded like small children--small girls--whimpering. It sounded like whips beating through the air.
I sat up in bed. Strained against the darkness. Was someone being hurt, outside?
The sounds sharpened. A chipmunk chirped too quickly, bleated out in distress. And the rhythmic beats continued--whirr, whirr, whirr.
I flipped on my bed stand light, hoping to disperse the animals. And their sounds.
The bird--it had to be a bird, most likely a hawk, because of its powerful wings--screeched in victory. The chipmunk shrieked out its terror.
And then the killing outside my bedroom window ended.
I went back to sleep, my light left on.
Nature is frightening. And cruel.
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