orphanswanted

there once was a hyena  that had a crush on a vulture. she did not care that her jaws could crush him easily. she would be very careful, she thought to herself. she knew they would not work but she wanted to try because she never gave up. she would chase after him and smile brilliantly and giggle nervously. she did not notice that he only landed when she had made a kill. how she would share, the blood gurgling inside her throat, but oh, she would smile. she liked the gloss of his feathers, how his head was bald, the way he could fly. and then one day, after she had killed a wildebeest three times her size, and she was gnawing on some bones,