Post by Firdawsi Sauda on Jan 24, 2006 17:37:26 GMT 10
The heat was intense in the Oasis, the sun set high for noon. No cloud offered resistance to the sun's dominant glare, no breeze dared defy it. Every creature found itself taking refuge in the shade of a bush, or perhaps on the very edge of the lake. Hunting was put off til later, sleeping looking better and better as the minutes dragged by. Leaves rustled in the distance, a cougar's roar on the horizon. And in the trees, in its own area of refuge, a lone panther lazed, its tail slithering back and forth across the sturdy branch.
Head on its front paws, back paws touching the trunk, the panther was stretched to the very end of the thick, rough branch, its eyes blending in with the bright green leaves. Those eyes wandered, lids half closed, the desire to sleep apparant, but the will to fight it still strong. It counted the prey that could be filling its stomach at that moment. There, taking a drink from the water-a gazelle. To the left, lazing in the tall grass-a zebra. Further along, resting against a tree-a wild horse. So much good food, going to waste.
And yet, they could not be left like that, thinking they were safe, becoming smug, so the panther took a deep breath, opened its jaws wide, and let out a scream to peirce the Sahara. The zebra and horse to such a fright that the horse's neigh scared the zebra right under the panther's tree. Looking down, the panther growled, low and menacing. The zebra, shaking, looked up, saw the panther, and ran as fast as it could up and over the edge of sight until it was gone.
Only one of the animals hadn't been startled by the scream-the gazelle. Apparently it had been lulled into a false sense of security by the fact that the scream had come, not the predator. For that, heat or no, the gazelle would pay. The panther's legs tensed, muscles rippling in its flank. Tail still swinging, it pounced over the edge of the branch, fell ten feet, and hit the ground running. Suddenly the gazelle sensed something wrong, and began to run, but it was too late. With a triumphant roar, the panther jumped, landing atop the gazelle to bring it down. Tearing out its throat to ensure the meal would not escape, the panther gracefully sat. After gasping for air, the panther reached its long neck down and tore a strip of meat right off the gazelle, opening its side from neck to paw.
It greedily guzzled the gazelle's blood, gulping down the bite without attempting to chew. The nest two pieces went down the same way. Finally, thirst quenched, the panther slowed its intake, taking time to tenderize the piece with its teeth before sending the morsel to its stomach. And what a delicious gazelle it was. In its prime, with plenty of thick, juicy muscle, the gazelle was just what a hungry panther needed on a day as hot as this.
Head on its front paws, back paws touching the trunk, the panther was stretched to the very end of the thick, rough branch, its eyes blending in with the bright green leaves. Those eyes wandered, lids half closed, the desire to sleep apparant, but the will to fight it still strong. It counted the prey that could be filling its stomach at that moment. There, taking a drink from the water-a gazelle. To the left, lazing in the tall grass-a zebra. Further along, resting against a tree-a wild horse. So much good food, going to waste.
And yet, they could not be left like that, thinking they were safe, becoming smug, so the panther took a deep breath, opened its jaws wide, and let out a scream to peirce the Sahara. The zebra and horse to such a fright that the horse's neigh scared the zebra right under the panther's tree. Looking down, the panther growled, low and menacing. The zebra, shaking, looked up, saw the panther, and ran as fast as it could up and over the edge of sight until it was gone.
Only one of the animals hadn't been startled by the scream-the gazelle. Apparently it had been lulled into a false sense of security by the fact that the scream had come, not the predator. For that, heat or no, the gazelle would pay. The panther's legs tensed, muscles rippling in its flank. Tail still swinging, it pounced over the edge of the branch, fell ten feet, and hit the ground running. Suddenly the gazelle sensed something wrong, and began to run, but it was too late. With a triumphant roar, the panther jumped, landing atop the gazelle to bring it down. Tearing out its throat to ensure the meal would not escape, the panther gracefully sat. After gasping for air, the panther reached its long neck down and tore a strip of meat right off the gazelle, opening its side from neck to paw.
It greedily guzzled the gazelle's blood, gulping down the bite without attempting to chew. The nest two pieces went down the same way. Finally, thirst quenched, the panther slowed its intake, taking time to tenderize the piece with its teeth before sending the morsel to its stomach. And what a delicious gazelle it was. In its prime, with plenty of thick, juicy muscle, the gazelle was just what a hungry panther needed on a day as hot as this.