The Hunter

It was the time of the darkness covering the valley.

The animals were in search of water to quench their thirst.

It was dry

Dry and hot!

The dear ran along the sandy beach of the dried-up river

There was a time,

The river carried water,

Soothing and cooling.

But now it was with shattered bones

Scattered here and there.

The tiger was waiting the and

The sand has burnt his mouth

Mad with hunger and thirst,

It wanted to taste the dried and scared blood of the

Pray.

Dear knew that

It was waiting for her blood.

The dust storm covered her eyes

Covering her eyes.

Temporarily in the dark,

It ran

Out of the sand

And,

Waiting the cruel fangs of the predator

But none... None at all.