Their Eyes Were Watching God - Journal #4

So the Parson began to ruminate upon Hunger. Hunger, that insatiable beast with the deafening roars who nested in the stomach. The obnoxious one who resided at the very core of every being like the pit of a peach. What reason has Hunger to torment us, and what choice do we have but to submit? He sleeps silently in his open-ended chamber. Sleeping peacefully and passively all day with an ear raised, waiting for the mind to awaken him. Continually sleeping there from the very moment a new life begins. It could expect the tosses and turns of the awakening beast at any moment. Pitiful scavengers! They shouldn't have indulged the will of their monsters so rapidly. He commanded his right-wing avian to advise otherwise, but those scavengers disagreed. These birds perched patiently if they saw their meal was alive, but the fools didn't figure much more dangers past that. They'd be probably just fine right after they shut up the screams for attention within. They weren't gonna get sick. That was what he concluded. But his messenger saw it differently, so he understood. If they hadn't, the next dawn he was sure to know, because more of their kin would begin to flock in the trees above the world of those bound to the land. Kin who would not dare fly by in the past swooped down and stayed a distance away. Just perched on the trees and observed. Fear, that unmistakable cold, had penetrated their feathers.