Under the cedar,
where the quince is in bloom,
lies the headless body
of the raptor.
The owl feasted soundlessly in the limbs last night.
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A true story, other than the time of year I found the headless bird. There was no blood. It had been a huge raptor, with beautiful talons, but still no match for the owl. Apparently, owls know heads are where the most nutritious brains are.