MANEATERS
MANEATERS
The villager trembled, as death walked with four paws under the forest canopy, it’s the season of death. When the night is king and the queen and daybreak is very, very far away, the sky isn’t blue and the leaves on the trees have turned into color noir. This is the time when sometimes the hunter chases the prey unlike any other, but it’s the time of the man-eater.
Many a time the prey becomes the hunter, it’s a nightly game that is played out, and the tiger uses all his instincts of million years while the hunter uses his five senses. Only the gun and your heartbeat are your companions. There are no shadows in the pond, no birds fly the very blue, and the whole forest watches the hunter and the prey play their role only to the end is bloody. The forest has become a very foreboding place, and the bear has gone to sleep. Only the owl is the last guardian of wisdom.
In the teepees of the first people, they dream of forest, lakes, no boundaries, and an endless horizon, but they live on the reservation, on the desert floor, and not by choice, and the world as we know it, has forgotten them, just like a dry river bed in a remote deserted valley. One society became the hunter the other prey, in the end, the owl saw no more and said no more.
God Bless You
May all be well with you?
DMD
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