Savanna Night

Savannah Night There was an uneasy feeling that night on the savannah. The creatures were jumpy as they huddled and grazed. Startling at each new sound, one stamps its foot and the vast herd flees, from what they are unsure. The lions creep through the long grass setting an ambush. The first pair's job to spook the herd now is done. The rest spread out, now taking up the deadly hunt. Working quickly they target one and separate it. One lioness jumps on its back then slips off and is trampled. Another tackling it face on is gored in the shoulder. But the rest soon have it cornered and it is soon smothered. As it dies the pride are already ripping open its belly. The blood covers the land red as it seeps into the soil There will be feasting tonight as the lions gather to eat. Snarling as they rip into the warm carcass, blows lashing out, As they vie for position, pushing and shoving each other. The hunt was long and hard, the fruits came at high price. Two lioness wounded, one will die. Such is the cost of success. A calf bawls for its mother, yet she cannot answer its call. Sadly it is too young to live, it will end up a tasty morsel. Sated the lions rest in the early sunlight as cubs play. Life for now on the savannah continues, and peace reigns.