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I lay silently in the blazing heat on a fr8 train waiting for it to roll out into the mountains when suddenly a hawk holding a half dead bird landed on a defunct power line next to me. A handful of small birds protesting the capture of their homie followed and attempted to save their friend as the hawk slowly and confidently ripped it apart, barely noting the protests. A worker walked slowly down the line past my car and the train started rolling as the sun set behind the mountains