Circle of Death

Baby vampires sleep in trees. The cool air and lofty camouflage are essential to their survival. I feel sorry for the unsuspecting sparrow who nests on a branch within spitting distance from the newborn killer with its incisor teeth and anticoagulant saliva. Preparing for a new family, the bird picks and pecks until the nest is complete. It is only after she lays the eggs does the vampire attack and although it is swift and painless, I feel sad that the offspring will never know their loving Mother, but only the piercing crack of the shell and the slurp of insides that is a midnight snack.