Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace

Echoes

The lone child is lost in the woods,

He calls out to his mother but all he hears is echoes

He is scared, He is hungry and he is thirsty

And his mother's face is the only thing he knows

Silence

A little distance away, the Creature takes notice

Ever so silently, she studies the little boy, has him in her sights,

She inches closer, moving closer to the kill,

There are children to be fed, and they won't sleep hungry tonight

Patience

The boy turns around and senses things are amiss

The Creature slows down, the boy has to be surprised.

The boy bends down, as if picking leaves off the ground

She makes her move, a flash of orange towards a kill so prized

Grace

The death was instant and almost painless,

The boy, blood dripping all over, stood over the Creature

Instinct had kicked in, the rocky edge was thrust in the creature's throat

The kill was clean, almost graceful, she let out a roar before life left her

Echoes

The creatures waited, small and helpless and weak.

Their ears pricked up, it was Mother, they could imagine her contorted face

They galloped towards her roar, saw the victor and his weapon,

They slinked closer, towards echoes, silence, patience and grace.