The shrill cry of a nearby prey wakes me from my deep slumber. I yawn and stretch my body slowly moving toward a dry wood. I dig my claws stretching on hind legs and drag them down drizzling claw dust on forest ground. I repeat the act over and over again till my claws glisten in the morning light. I growl and roar which sets the fouls cackle on tree tops warning jungle folks.
Its noon now and I am immensely thirsty. I can simply walk straight and quench my thirst from the common pond but that would disturb the crowd having good time over fresh vegetation. I wait for another two hours piercing my vision on the movement of one approaching healthy deer. I had purposely planted myself amidst thick growth with lots of fresh sprouts and twigs and buds. I lash my tail rigorously almost holding my breath least it might startle the approaching being in nervous agitation! Nibbling and snorting the poor deer thrusts his horns deeper in the weeds only to bear open one last sad vision of his life time … a pair of cold eyes that the devil would love to possess!
A brief struggle follows for another half a mile for a dime of a time. Fear indeed runs faster than life! Settling dust settles the curios minds of his kind on the other side of the bank. Now they can graze peacefully for sometime at the cost of one of their lives. One life ends while nourishing another!
I drag my prize to my favorite place. I especially like the rustling sound of the stream nearby my den while having my feast under the soothing shade of an old banyan tree.
Soon circling shadows slowly take forms as they descend like some unearthly beings taking turns feverishly to distract me and steal enough flesh their beaks can carve off. Now hyenas with downcast sly eyes circle around sniffing uncontrollably and squeaking feverishly in desperation. More ugly ones join the pack.
Now they bark at me almost yelling at me to leave the carcass for their ever hungry stomach. I lick blood. One of them has the audacity to walk in with heightened alertness and runs for his life the moment I spring upon him. As I dig my sharp canine set in his fragile spine the forest echoes in one ugly most terrifying cry. I catch hold of some more tearing blood in the heat and dust of the moment. I see the carcass being taken away in shreds to some distance while a sea of gluttonous eyes corners me . They gather courage from their numbers strength while having no faith in themselves. Yet they are powerful now though each one of them shivers inside. Some push the weaker ones forward who snarl at me with their tails tugged between their shivering limbs. Their eyes show more protest than madness. I charge and all of a sudden I get to hear more yelps while each tries to save his back. But still some manage to wound me and the blood seems to burn their volatile greed! They go so mad but only till I lose my mind scattering their lives like some plague. They whimper and back away and I carrying my remaining breath, I leave this mocking yet dangerous battle field.
I know I will fall old some day but I'll make sure I don't get into their sick bellies.
Its noon now and I am immensely thirsty. I can simply walk straight and quench my thirst from the common pond but that would disturb the crowd having good time over fresh vegetation. I wait for another two hours piercing my vision on the movement of one approaching healthy deer. I had purposely planted myself amidst thick growth with lots of fresh sprouts and twigs and buds. I lash my tail rigorously almost holding my breath least it might startle the approaching being in nervous agitation! Nibbling and snorting the poor deer thrusts his horns deeper in the weeds only to bear open one last sad vision of his life time … a pair of cold eyes that the devil would love to possess!
A brief struggle follows for another half a mile for a dime of a time. Fear indeed runs faster than life! Settling dust settles the curios minds of his kind on the other side of the bank. Now they can graze peacefully for sometime at the cost of one of their lives. One life ends while nourishing another!
I drag my prize to my favorite place. I especially like the rustling sound of the stream nearby my den while having my feast under the soothing shade of an old banyan tree.
Soon circling shadows slowly take forms as they descend like some unearthly beings taking turns feverishly to distract me and steal enough flesh their beaks can carve off. Now hyenas with downcast sly eyes circle around sniffing uncontrollably and squeaking feverishly in desperation. More ugly ones join the pack.
Now they bark at me almost yelling at me to leave the carcass for their ever hungry stomach. I lick blood. One of them has the audacity to walk in with heightened alertness and runs for his life the moment I spring upon him. As I dig my sharp canine set in his fragile spine the forest echoes in one ugly most terrifying cry. I catch hold of some more tearing blood in the heat and dust of the moment. I see the carcass being taken away in shreds to some distance while a sea of gluttonous eyes corners me . They gather courage from their numbers strength while having no faith in themselves. Yet they are powerful now though each one of them shivers inside. Some push the weaker ones forward who snarl at me with their tails tugged between their shivering limbs. Their eyes show more protest than madness. I charge and all of a sudden I get to hear more yelps while each tries to save his back. But still some manage to wound me and the blood seems to burn their volatile greed! They go so mad but only till I lose my mind scattering their lives like some plague. They whimper and back away and I carrying my remaining breath, I leave this mocking yet dangerous battle field.
I know I will fall old some day but I'll make sure I don't get into their sick bellies.
