They might seem innocuous enough as they sit there; feeble as toothless old men grinning their gaping grins. But fix your gaze onto the beady black eyes that watch you unwaveringly; look past their unseeing emptiness; and in the depths of those sunken cavities, you might just catch the glint of a ruthless predator.
I picture my gut torn apart by their unforgiving beaks, I picture it so vividly in that flash that I can almost see the pieces thrown on the road, looking like scarlet pomegranates past their ripe; and I feel the bile rising in my throat.
And so we look into each other's eyes, and realise that we understand one another perfectly.
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