The Sparrow and the Hawk
I glide gracefully, looking down at the world below me. I swoop over the trees, adjusting my wing to catch the breeze. I feel the strong winds blow over me, calming my thoughts. I am a sparrow, I think to myself. I am me. As I think this, I get a bad feeling. I look up. Up, high in the sky,regarding me with beady eyes: a hawk. I don't take time to recognize what kind. Knowing I've noticed him, he dives at me, screaming. Knowing it will be easier to escape, I dive, too. Down, down towards the trees. Though I am already lower, the hawk is faster. It is a race for safety. We both fly to live. I fly to escape the hawk, a predator. He flies to catch prey, to eat. One of us must lose. The hawk is too close. He stretches his talons, ready to catch me and fly away before he crashes into the tall trees. I realize quickly that speed is not the answer to survival. I am a sparrow. I am agile . The question lies in the unknown, though. He may be intimidating, but is he any match for me? There is no time to think. He rakes his talons forward, hoping to win the contest of survival, but I am not ready to give myself up.
我一边在空中优雅地滑翔，一边俯瞰下面的世界，然后调整羽翼，借着微风兀地俯冲直下，飞到树林上方。我感到强劲的风吹过我的身体，抚平了我的思绪。我是一只麻雀，我暗自想。我就是我。想到这里，我突然有种不好的预感。抬头看去，高高的天空中，一只老鹰正用它那又圆又亮的眼睛注视着我。我没有浪费时间去弄清它是什么来头。老鹰意识到我发现了它，尖啸着向我俯冲下来。我知道逃跑会更容易些，于是也俯冲直下，一直飞向下方的树林。尽管我已经下降了很多，但老鹰的速度却比我更快。这是一场生死竞赛，为了生 存，我们都拼命地飞。我飞是为了摆脱捕食者老鹰，它飞则是为了把我这个猎物抓住以果腹。我们当中必定有一方会输。老鹰越来越近。它张开利爪，准备在撞到参天大树之前把我抓住并飞离这里。我很快意识到，要想活命，跟它拼速度是无济于事的。我是一只麻雀，身体敏捷灵活。但究竟孰胜孰败还是个未知数。那只老鹰或许很吓人，不过，它是我的对手吗？没有时间再想了。老鹰向前伸出利爪想抓住 我，希望在这场生存角逐中获胜，不过，我可不愿意就这样放弃自 己。
I flap my wings and flit to the right. He is not ready for that move. He puts on the brakes , which gives me time to escape and plan my next move because I know that he will not give up until he has caught me.
I may not be able to escape completely, but I can put death off until I have reached the bottom of the hill of life. I have already climbed to the peak, and I am climbing down, wishing there was not a bottom waiting for me.
The hawk flies a sharp turn around, and as he streaks at me, I feint to the right and dive down again. Swooping and diving, he chases me where I hoped he would: down into the trees, where there is an obstacle course of branches as an arena. As I pass under the treetops, I am surprised by the sudden dimness . I can't see him for a second, but then he is there right behind me. We dodge branch after branch, but I can't seem to get him off my tail. My wings are sore, and I am getting tired, and yet, I still fight for my life. Suddenly, I see him putting on an extra burst of speed, and I feel his sharp talons finally closing around me. I tuck my wings into my body, knowing he will carry me away. The claws cut into me, causing pain throughout my entire body. The talons pierce further into my body. The hawk flaps his wings, lifting us higher, up past the treetops into the bright light of the sun. I twist my head to look up at him. In the glare of the sun, I make out his eyes staring straight ahead of him. They seem to tell me, "That's just the way it is." And I know that it is true. The race has ended, and I have lost. I close my eyes.
I carried the sparrow away from the forest. I could sense him looking up at me, and I looked straight ahead. I would not give any mercy. I did not look down as, slowly, his breathing stopped. I carried him towards my nest to feed him to my babies. I tried not to respect the brave little bird that was now lifelessly clutched in my talons. I did not like thinking those thoughts because hawks should be fearless. I had to kill him to keep my precious youngsters alive. I flew towards the sun with my strong wings pumping at a steady beat.