Blue Monologue

I remember that day like it was yesterday, the man, his gun, the flash and oh all the blood! That wretched old man, didn't even care to move me to the grass. Plucking my eye straight from its socket. How cold his heart must've been to rob a vulture of his eye. I lay on the cold cement for many hours thinking that each breath would be my last. At the break of dawn I was able to pick my sorry self off the ground and hobble back to my nest, and from that day forward I swore to myself that I would find these men and take my revenge.
The months and years passed without a single hint of who the man was.
Then one day out of the blue I saw the man’s face. Oh how I remember that wretched face, the missing ear, the hole in his check and the mis-colored eyes. He had a face that only a mother could love. I then followed him back to where he stayed hoping he was still with the old man who had taken my eye. I longed to see my
I stared down the boy, oh how innocent he looked but deep down I knew he had the soul of a madman. I waited for many nights after that hoping the boy would go away and leave me to my business, but he didn't. He continued to check on the man every day from then on and I realized that if I wanted to strike I would have to do it tomorrow.
The next night I planned my attack, I would fly through the window use my talons to stab him in the heart wait till he died and then rip his eye out if its socket and put it back where it supposed to be. Right in my head! The hours past and I grew more anxious as I waited for the right moment to strike. Moments before I had planned to begin my approach the boy stepped in again this time looking for trouble. He crept in at twice his normal pace with a grin that looked like he was mad. I realized then that it was now or never. I swooped in hitting the floor and coming down with a loud “thud.” The old man jolted awake and yelled “who's there?”
Both the boy and I stood completely still. Minutes maybe even