Friday, April 29, 2016

100 Words a Day 836

The skyscrapers had developed their own ecosystems since the disaster. Thick, dark vines with waxy green leaves crawled up the exteriors, obscuring the bland stone. These vines were home to several bird species, who pecked and twisted the vines into nests. Each dawn and dusk their songs created what would have been described as a cacophony, if there had been anyone around to hear it. The birds were preyed upon by spiny, grey lizards, with long, clawed limbs adapted to ascending the brown vines. Above the skyscrapers circled nameless raptors, eager to snatch either lizard or bird in flexing talons. 

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