The Lonely Village

Every dawn meant its worth every day showed its value when the moon shone bright bells tinkled by the motion of the whispery wind children head to the safety of adobe huts warming their little hands around the fires tigers prowl the midnight roads their eyes seen by fearfull villagers luminescent eyes dancing in the dark night calls of strange animals sends a cold chill down your spine babies fall asleep on the cold dirt floor surrounded by parents, brothers, sisters for protection as the night comes to an end and the sun starts to rise over the green topped mountains wild animals leave to nap in the morning sun children go out to relieve themselves and find a dead goat five feet from the door their livelihood shrinks as lionesses feed on their wealth, their income but such is the life when you live with wild animals when you encroach on their territory you pay, little by little a hard, struggling existence a life shared with beautiful killers seeing their glorious power at work until they take your life.