A Novel by Kawika A. Stafford

Chapter 16

The sun was setting in Sierra Vista, Arizona. A warm breeze blew through the aged oak trees of the Fort Huachuca cemetery.

The large but fluid black eagle swept over marble town, flying just above the rows of the white headstones.

It landed on a new headstone, and began to rip apart the juvenescent squirrel that had been feeding on the ground.

The indiscretion of the young squirrel was his undoing, that and the youngster had slept through the class his father had once taught the family; about the dangers that lurked from above.

It had no such concerns now.

A sudden gust of wind came up from the trees, which alerted the eagle,
and temporarily interrupted it’s meal.

The black eagle cried out, issuing a challenge. It stared fiercely in the direction of the trees, searching into the perimeter; searching out any threats, imminent or otherwise.

Finding none, the black eagle continued to feast, as Billy Willetto rested comfortably in his new surroundings.

The sun was setting as the black eagle finished devouring the squirrel.
Blood dripped down the front of Billy’s headstone.

The powerful black eagle leapt from its marble perch, and began its ascent, spiraling upward into the blackened sky; as those who have left us, continue to rest another day.

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