Frightful

The peregrine soared above the cloud of smog. She surveyed it, trying to find a place to land. She had been traveling for 3 days, as she migrated. Her wings ached, and she was hungry.

Frightful knew that there were pigeons in the city, but there were lots of people and other dangers. But she couldn't go on, so she began to drop.

As Frightful descended, she saw long, thin strands of black "vine" suspended between two branchless trees. This looked like a good landing spot.

Frightful stretched her talons out and gripped the vine as she flapped her wings for balance. Then disaster struck. The tips of her feathers touched the line above her and suddenly, an electric shock scorched through her, burning her feathers and cooking her. She fell fifteen feet to the ground, and lay still by the highway. Her feathers were blackened, and there was no sign of life in her little body.

Frightful

Frightful had lain by the highway for an hour now. If no one came soon, her little body's warmth would seep away, and she would die. She needed help or rescue soon.