Carry On

She called out “carrion” and dived. He thought she said “carry on” and

for two strokes he flew on. Her position was always a little below, a little to the

right. That space was now empty. He watched her circle down. The kill was off

to the side, not in the middle. Easy pickings, no traffic. It annoyed him that she

always saw the food first, first to dive, first to eat. The others had started to caw

and drop. It was a Squirrel, large, gray. Body split open, guts strewn. Easy

pickings. Carrion.

David A Jefferson, DVM