Small Eagle's Eyrie
The Writings of Becky, Her Family, and Friends

J.J. McCloud: Night Predators

NIGHT PREDATORS

Night falls making the blackness even darker
Day sounds diminish as the nocturnal ones emerge

Soon silence only is heard, hard heavy deafening silence
Then small sounds at first, raindrops in the treetops

A soft breeze wafts thru the jungle canopy and leaves rustle
Soon the night sounds began, then the sounds of the predators

Silence falls as the predators emerge from their sleep
The predators are on the prowl and only silence is heard

Footfalls, padded and muted by the wet ground
Night sounds again abound and shadows are in the shadows

Rain is heavy now, muting all sounds above and below
A shadow emerges from the dark shadows and darkness

It looks around, sniffs the air and listens for any sound
Stripes on the shadow from the shadows blur the form

Sounds, many sounds coming down the trail, too many
Without a sound the shadow is gone, no sign or trace

Men are coming, many men who are bringing war
One, two, three and more, so many more come

Soon many are on the trail, they are quiet, no sounds
A blinding flash; screams of pain and death and gunfire

Silence returns, silence broken only by the moans of the wounded
Striped shadows emerge from the darkness

Shadows move among the wounded men searching?
Soon total silence returns, the striped shadows move away

The make no sound in their passing, leave no trace except for death
Nothing but death is left to show their presence

Behind, the scent of death, blood, terror and destruction
A striped shadow emerges from the darkness and stops

The shadow walks silently among the dead and smells the blood
The smell of violent sudden death is all around

The ground is soaked in blood and the smell of cordite fills the air
The shadow looks around; it turns to leave this terrible killing ground

At the edge of the darkness the shadow stops, looks behind
As the shadow fades into the darkness of the night, a small "wuff" is heard

It does not see the other striped shadow detach itself from the dark
It did not know of the presence of this shadow, this shadow more silent

The shadow smiles as he watches the other shadow fade away into night
A voice is heard, "Go in peace my brother, may the Gods protect you"

Get away while you can my friend, away from me and my kind
This is man's war, not the Tigers'...

©Copyright May 5, 2003 by J.J. McCloud