[ MP ] Listen to this piece , then write a response

The desert road was quiet, almost dead. A breeze rustled a vulture's feathers as it tore at a rabbit, dead at the side of the road. The buzzard was joined by two more, and the three took turns biting into the rabbit, not paying any attention to the growing dust cloud further down the road. 
 
 The'69 Firebird Trans Am roared down the road, kicking up dust and rocks as it scared the vultures from their meal. To the vultures the Firebird was a red and white devil, but to the driver and his passenger it was heaven. As the music blared from the speakers the passenger leaned his head out the window to let out an inaudible yell into the wind. The driver pressed the pedal down harder, grinning as the engine roared even louder, hurtling the car down the road. Both laughed, ecstatic and free, as they continued unguided down the highway. 
 
 Back at the rabbit the vultures returned to their meal, now dust covered, and still ignoring the dust cloud receding into the distance. 

