Nov 28, 2003 19:57
The sun grew low in the summer sky
The hunter savoring every juicy morsel of his slain adversary
The mighty rabbit was fierce …the hunter amused himself with such thoughts laughing out loud a time or two
Igniting flame in the dense swamp was itself a feat of ingenuity
But the hunter gave no thought to such matters
Measuring himself was a concept he had yet to discover No he simply was who he was
A creature of great strength
Speed and agility Cunning and clever
And intelligent enough for flame to crackle in the heavy moisture
He truly was fearsome
He raised his brow and saw the begging birds
He tossed to them the remainder of his quarry and rolled himself off to slumber
Tomorrow would be tomorrow
Perhaps he would resume his quest of the great beast
There was no thought in his mind that his ferocious nemesis survived the battle of the day
No the beast yet lived
Only a hunter such as he could lay low a rival such as this
Tomorrow…..as he drifted away he heard the wind as a whisper of breath…soft and gentle…it seemed to call to him……