The forest is silent. All of a sudden

a tree branch rustles. Could it be

a bear coming to attack helpless

baby mountain lion? Or is it a 

racoon out hunting in the midnight air?

There, in the bush, a pair of eyes, glowing

yellow. Are they looking at me, or have

they spied something in the grass?

A movement on the ground

near my feet. The movement is long

and slender. I shall not move, for fear

it is a snake, out hunting for a 

midnight snack.

I hear splash in the stream, so I

move towards it, silently. It is a deer

& her fawn. They are walking home.

Over there, on the other side of the stream,

a wolf watches them hungerly. The deer and

her fawn reach home, safely.

There, waiting for them, is a buck.

Written © Sarah Fiack