#174 – The Tale of Flick the City Falcon

Flick perched herself on the street lamp, her curious eyes scanning for signs of life from her unique perspective. The grey clouds smothered the sky and occasionally rolled over the peaks of the skyscrapers, their waves reforming into a single mass as they continued their journey from one side of the horizon to the other. Flick ignored the movements inside the buildings, instead narrowing her attention on the maze of streets and walkways below. Her patience was rewarded when she spotted the familiar movements of Perry the Pigeon weaving his way around the buildings, his confidence filling Flick with contempt. She regained a quiet sense of pride after predicting Perry’s flight path as he dodged and dove his way through the alleyways, eventually coming to rest near the pond in Eastern Park. Flick stretched her wings and stared out over the ocean of grey clouds before pushing herself from the street lamp, gliding out over her city to seek revenge.

The day before, Flick took her well-deserved space on the edge of the beige walls of Building Nine, famous for its advantageous views of Rat Alley. The rats lived in such vast numbers that they found pleasure in climbing over each other in front of the narrow holes marking the entrances to their homes, mocking the predators watching and waiting for the opportune moment to strike. If an attack was detected, the power in the rat’s numbers flexed its muscles and they scurried in all directions, baffling the hunter by squeezing their bodies into impossibly small nooks. As one of the wisest city falcons, Flick earned her spot on Building Nine and had sent a well-heard message to those who, even if only for a moment, attempted to adopt her dedicated space as their own. Adhering to this hierarchy promoted peace in the city. One animal who disregarded the hierarchy with a level of obnoxiousness rarely seen in the city, was the pigeon. On this day, the unlucky pigeon who robbed Flick of her meal by stealing a baby rat that had strayed from the pack was Perry. The most sinister part of Flick’s plan was letting Perry think for the past twenty-four hours that he had gotten away the theft.

The warning spread amongst the flock as Flick landed with enviable precision on the tallest rock in Eastern Park. As proud guardians of their territory, however, the pigeons stood their ground, refusing to fly away. Flick showed no sign of intimidation, locking her eyes directly on to Perry’s. Perry was the first to break eye contact, scanning the faces of his friends and family for clues as to what his next move should be. Deciding to draw on his stronger abilities, Perry pushed up off the ground and leapt up into the air, gaining an impressive momentum as he flapped his wings and dashed into the city. Flick followed, manoeuvring her body with pinpoint accuracy to stay close behind Perry, but she was nowhere near as close as she wanted to be. She refused to believe that she had underestimated Perry, utilising every one of her hunting skills to not lose him to the sharp corners and wide buildings. The tension in the clouds gave way, the heavy rain hindering her chances at catching up to the deceitful pigeon. Flick let out a tremendous squawk that echoed between the buildings as she faced the rain and flew above the roofs of the city.

Driven by anger and no longer suffering the suffocation of the city, Flick flew through the sky with as much ease as ever. Through the rain, Flick spotted Perry sitting on top of her lamppost. He flew away before she could get any closer, but Flick saw no reason to follow him, because he had left a gift in his wake. Sitting back at her unique position over-looking the city, she wrapped her wings around the tiny mouse. For today, the hierarchy of the city will be maintained.

My name is Gregg Savage and, every night when the house is quiet, I write and publish a free children’s story at dailytales.com.au for you to share and enjoy.

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