posted on Jun, 17 2010 @ 06:25 PM
She felt the soft fluttering of movement beneath her and looked down. With a heavy heart, she watched as her young ones struggled to breathe. They
were fighting for life, but they were weak. The toxic fumes filled the air; her throat constricted, her eyes watered. She looked up at the sky. She
longed to be up there; to feel the cool breeze and smell the fresh air, but she knew she would never again. Exhaustion swept over her, her head felt
heavy. She had worn herself out, struggling to free them from the oily thick sludge that had washed ashore. It was too much and had come too fast.
They were overwhelmed. She lowered her head to rest beside her babies. They lay together and waited. For what, she did not know, but she continued to
She raised her head with difficulty. It was so heavy. At first, she couldn't focus, but gradually her sight became clear. She could see the tall,
two-legged mammal walking towards them. Human. Her instinct was to retreat, but she paused and looked at her young ones. They were no longer moving
beneath her wing. She listened. Their breathing was labored and wheezing, but they still lived. She raised her head and summoned her strength. She
managed one loud, piercing squawk, "we are here!" It was all she could do. She hoped it was enough. She did not have the strength to try
again. She lay her head down near her youngest and felt the baby move. She knew it was too late for herself, but hoped it was not too late for them.
She closed her eyes and released her last breath as it all went dark around her.
A few yards away, the old rat watched as the human knelt beside the family of pelicans. This is good, he thought, the young ones will live. He felt a
pang in his chest and a strange mix of emotion; relief, happiness, bitterness and anger. He knew that no human would be looking for him. He watched as
the human gently cradled the baby pelicans, securing them for the return trip. The human stood up and turned in his direction. For a moment, it seemed
she looked right at him. His heart skipped a beat. Maybe, he had a chance! With fire in his eyes, he struggled to make himself more visible. The human
was walking toward him, only a step or two away. The old rat opened his mouth, but the noxious fumes all around him caused his throat to tighten and
squeeze shut. He could not make a sound.
With a silent scream “look down! I'm right here!” he watched as she walked by.
The old rat felt despair. He dropped his head, resting it on a small rock just large enough to keep his nose and mouth out of the thick sludge he was
trapped in. He twitched. He was tired. He closed his eyes for a moment and wished he could sleep. Somewhere deep within him the anger burned. It was a
fire that would not allow him to quit. He opened his eyes and with renewed vigor, focused again on freeing himself. He had no choice. No one was
coming for him.
... and far away from shore, beneath the deep waters of the Gulf, the oil continued to flow ...
Edit: to fix a sentence
[edit on 17-6-2010 by LadySkadi]