An Unexpected Tale - The Escape of the Golden Oriole
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On his twenty-fifth birthday, elated
He decided to go hunting.
He let the fresh air of the early morning
On the slope of a wooded hill fill his lungs.
A small vale stretched beneath him,
Whilst behind the trees rose a small sheer cliff.
That was where he saw the golden oriole.
It was a beautiful specimen.
Martin admired its graceful flight
And the bird seemed to enjoy itself too.
He observed it intently as it glided, soared, turned,
And flew happily over the old gnarled trees below.
Suddenly a hellish kestrel appeared in the sky.
It hovered above, eyes glinting, beak poised.
The oriole sensed it immediately.
Irrationally it defied the bird of prey,
For it continued its fancy flight
Until the kestrel began its dive.
Then the oriole flew directly towards the cliff
And inexplicably disappeared.
It was the worst birthday of Martin’s life.
This can be considered a prologue. Must be continued to discover the unexpected…..
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