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  Genesis 1 Genesis by Nathan Buckman  Genesis 2 The sun crept over the horizon as two birds fluttered around a tucked away nest in the dense branches of a pine tree. Four little blue eggs nestled close together inside the home of sticks with mud, grasses, feathers, and other tidbits scavenged by the female bird. The sun's rays  bounced around the foliage of the trees and cast itself upon those blue eggs. With the dawning of a new day, the mother bird noticed a change in her clutch. One of the eggs had a crack running alongside its frame. Her eggs were beginning to hatch! She caressed the egg with the jagged crack and looked with eager anticipation at the other three. The  parts of the sky that were visible shone through to her, and its expansive blue limitlessness  beckoned for exploration. One of the other eggs moved—she was sure it had moved. A small object soared through the sky above her nest. The object's shadow interrupted the silent  brilliance of the sky. The approaching bird's wings cut through the air as the creature dove towards the nest with the mother bird. She gave a warning cry. Using her wings and legs, she flurried into motion. The hint of red and black blurred together, and her shrieks grew in strength and power. The mother bird saw the potential incoming danger and spread herself out so that her  body covered the eggs. The diving bird curled off to the side, weaving through the taller pines. Branches, pine-cones, and green needles flashed by as he slowed his descent. He trilled his greeting to his companion in the nest. The mother bird now recognized the familiar tone of colors that arrayed her partner. She saw the familiar shape of his wings, the curve of his beak, and felt the warmth in his vocal resonance. The father bird smoothed his ruffled feathers of burnt orange and red. He looked at the nest—his nest, the one that held his family within its protective wooden wrappings. He chirped to his partner, and they both looked at the egg with the crack. Using his right wing, he rolled the  Genesis 3 egg around and examined it with one of his walnut black eyes. The tiny sliver of a hole peeked out at the expecting birds. The coarse bark tingled the underbelly of the serpent as he writhed his body around and crept up the pine tree. The cheery chirps of baby chicks in the nest not too far from the serpent's  position echoed through the pine forest. His forked tongue flickered as he gathered information. The two adult birds were not present—the remnants of their repugnant odor curled through his olfactory nerves. He had first noticed this nest of little delicacies when the adult birds had taken their only unhatched egg, dropped it into a patch of long grasses where he lay unseen, and then flew back towards their nest. The serpent dismissed the idea of eating the broken, rotten egg. Instead, his olfactory senses discovered information about this egg's previous resting place—a nest with three live plump chicks. The serpent now twisted his way up the pine and was on the branch which held the nest. Two adult birds floated into view on the horizon. Their strong wings beat the air around them,  bringing them higher and in sight of their pine tree. The pine's layers of thick branches and dense needles provided protection against lurking dangers from above—from such a distance in the sky, the nest was invisible. The serpent slithered around the interwoven sticks. He formed his coils to the shapes and grooves of the nest, while he selected his first choice—the plumpest of the three chicks. She never felt the serpent’s killing strike. The other chicks sensed the danger and started flapping and screeching. Their combined shrieks carried to their incoming parents. The serpent was too engrossed with his prey to notice the impending danger from above. The father bird's sharp beak and claws bit into the serpent's head. The mother bird was about to strike at the mass of coils which surrounded the chicks, but as the serpent seized up in distress, she spun to avoid striking her young. As she curled off, the father bird flung the gouged  Genesis 4 and bleeding serpent towards the edge of the nest. The serpent's tail struck the fragile wing of one of the hysterical chicks. He tried to stop from falling off the edge but was moving too fast. In his desperation, he fastened his sharp, curved fangs on the lifeless chick as both plummeted towards the ground. The adult birds quieted the hysterics of their two remaining young and looked down at the stark contrast of the two unmoving bodies below. The morning sun the next day cast red, sorrowful rays on the pine tree—where lives were touched by Nature’s ways. A strange silence hung in the air. It was like the inhabitants of the entire forest were mourning for the lost chick, mourning for the bird family, and even mourning for themselves. The trees had lost their sway and the airy brilliance of their dancing branches. The wind's rustle brought little gladness or joy. The forest dwellers kept silent and remained within their homes. A life was taken—an innocent life. A life whose song would never echo through the forest, who would never soar through the cloudless sky, or find a mate to cherish. The mother bird cooed to the father bird. Their communication, their union ran deep within their feathers and sinew and hollow bones to their joined spirit. This was their beginning as a family, but now their four offspring were reduced to two. As the serpent fell, his tail struck the delicate wing of the only remaining female chick. Three weeks' time had gone by, and the wing had developed an odd curve. Instead of enveloping the side of her body as it should, the wing came close then splayed downward. Nature's laws were coming into effect. She was compelled to leave—maybe start her own family in time, explore the wilds of Nature, or have some sort of adventure. It was her time—her beginning. The brilliance of the crepuscular dawn  bursting through the foliage spattered the family with light. Her brother hopped over to the edge of the nest, and with a final look over his right wing at his parents and sister, he stretched and flew away.
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