Her laughter rung through the air,

like a shot from a gun

 It was harsh, shrill, jarring to the senses of the blind vision that clouded the focus

The bird still tried to fly..........

its blood added a crimson tint to the setting sun, an angry end to a restless day,

It opened its beak, to recieve its last mouthful of sky,

But a searing pain shot through its veins, and the wings felt heavy....

She laughed still, as the Death slowly entrapped the helpless freedom.

A disfigured carcass of beauteous bounty fell to the grond and grovelled in the dirt,

The brown soil splattered with curious vermillion, it twittered the last complaint, and lay still,

She still laughed, a terrifying laugh, a ceaseless gurgling of insane passion

She looked up at the crimson sky, a hunger ravaged her insides....