sapiens

THE COAST OF MIAMI ENLIST THE JOYFUL SPECIES.THE SPECIES THAT LIVES ON ITS OWN AND ITS OWN ENVELOPES A LOT OTHER CREATURES.SMILING,FOOLING AROUND,SUN-BATHING,GULPING AND gasping...pooh!
and so does a lot other coastal areas do without the slightest inkling of how the other creatures survive.
"vengeance is mine and i'll avenge it"
-Grrr...

the leaves hustled a bit.night wasps were being the royal guards of the trees.some fire flies helped the stars to throw light on the crust.waves roared as no one was there to play with it.the winds cut a warm slit through the barks....and through the jaguar's flurry black skin.the child didn't know of the cat's presence.she was busy enough in her castle making venture..uh sand castle making venture.
now she bubbles up a puddle of sand-mud and puts it on the top of the defying sand towers.hmm....that would be her tomb.
creech!!!
she zaps around.the trees don't seem to say anything.hey the waves are coming.c'mon little girl raise your boundary,quick.and she starts raising her arch wall.yes,wraps together the sands,brings them together,plasters them with her wet hands and polish,smak,polish,smak and done!
thump,uh ho! fell down...build again.yes this time she goes a little low,hmm clapping the sands between her hands she erects them,goes on circling her amazing castle..the waves come rushing,she wipes her face clean....blue pupils seem to give an angry glance to the Sea-God.but the waves ain't kind hearted.or maybe they are in billy's group.yes,they must be.that day in recess billy had put a dead snake in her tiffin box.naughty billy...na stupid billy.
she can now feel her breaths.the waves come drolling and lo! they just recede back kissing the sand wall's foot.
hmm....they ain't in billy's group.
the white owl stares on while perched on the fragile branch.but the foot steps ain't just staring.they're movin' and they're focusing.the little girl sits unaware of the cat.the cat was hungry.didn't had much luck at the herd of stags.they charged dangerously.but this girl ain't no stag.so no fear.
the night zephyr slowly plays with the pony tail of the girl lifting it up and swinging it.she'd wore her fav frock today.a pink satin with blue and brown bubbles on it.her uncle had gifted it to her on her eighth b'day.she hadn't removed since yesterday.but the jaguar doesnt seem to be interested in that dress.for it'as planning something else beneath the dress.the soft supple skin.and cliche,thats pink too.
it slowly advances leaving the sand sweating under its heavy weight.the little girl was perhaps now planning in which room to keep her barbie.umm...the sea-side..no,the drawing room...perhaps the...wait why not in the bedroom.they both would sleep together.yes,she fears those dark veiled flyin' ghosts that her granny used to tell about.but they can' fly past the high boundries.morever in the night how'll the ghosts see her..she chuckles inside thinkin' this.
ten feet.the claws are ready.six feet.
the hooter owl screaches!the damn vampire bats.they are as good as dead.
she looks around.ah ha...no little girl the cat is fast.no one around.the bushes sit like dumbs.they don't know anything.they've sitting like that for years.
hey what is that.an intruder! an intruder in her castle.the little girl fers none now.she puts her hand inside,ruffles with the sand and pulls it out.the foolish crab.
"you cannot get into my castle this way.get permission first!"
prick,prick,prick and the crab runs away as the little girls threw it far towards the waves.uh! exhausted.
the jaguar can't wait anymore.it moves swiflty coming from behind the bushes.
five feet.adjustable.it takes a swift jump and lands directly on the castle over the head of the little girls.
their eyes meet for a second.the black pupils constrict.the blue ones dilate.
panthera meets sapien.
and with one perfect swip,the jaguar tore off the head and vanished into the deep pines leaving the trail of blood to mark its triumph.the torso of the little girls sleeps there near the castle motionless as obvious.
the jaguar was good.it didn't take the pink frock.she loved it,perhaps the cat too loved it.
the castle was now kissin the sand dune evolved there.
the waves come riding again washing away the new color engracing the heap of sand.
the trees stare on blindly.the leaves flutter on.the bushes are now swinging with the wet blow of coast winds.the Sea-Gods must be sleeping.
the robust sand wall failed to protect its mistress.
sad,sapiens lost!