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I stepped onto the scorching pavement, into a day that was hot enough to boil the blood running through my veins. I had a pack of cigarettes and held one of the sticks to my lips. I felt the smooth paper and tasted that sweet tobacco taste that comes only from cigarettes. With my hand I took the lighter and with a click, ignited the flame. I held the fire to the end of the cigarette and inhaled. My mouth was immediately flooded with bitter tasting smoke. It burned my throat all the way to my lungs. Then slowly, I exhaled through my nose, the jet like streams from my nostrils. I opened my eyes and saw three little girls, maybe six years old,

Oh, Daring Bird - July 2008 Oh, daring bird, strolling through, the cats yard thinking no harm will befall you oh, your wings made for flight useless in his powerful jaws your beautiful tail scattered all over the grass the once great wings broken at last a delightful meal for the great fat cat. © 2009 Lacie Rose