MANEATERS

MANEATERS

The villagers trembled, as death walked with four paws under the forest canopy, it’s the season of death, and they have heard his voice. When the king of the carnivore walks fearlessly in the dark and in the daylight, it is color blind he seeks mostly humans as he gets old and this kind is easy to catch . Sometimes the hunter chases the prey unlike any other; it’s the time of the maneater.

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 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 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 in the forest. One society became the hunter the other prey, in the end, the owl saw no more and he said nothing more to say. 

God Bless You

May all be well with you?

DMD

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