It was a slow rise of dawn, the dark of night sky was fading into the gradual invasion of morning glow. Apart from the herd, she was here, in solitude bidding goodbye to the florescence of moon. Soon a shadow came over; it was huge covering the vastness of her sky.
He stood tall, a golden brown giant with fiery eyes. On the spur of the moment the world turned upside down for her. They had an eye lock, where the electromagnetic beam of his line of sight was burning her eyes in fear. The axons didn’t respond! Or better say, a brown black female impala with an average built had lost her senses when a South African lion mirrored her.
He took a silent, imposing step ahead. She went numb, frozen, cursing her existence to bear the agony of its monstrous end. Before she would step into the state of mental trauma, his ear piercing roar hit her senses as if iron was being beaten on a giant anvil.
The hit was hard. It stirred her soul to the core. The sudden impact worked as a wakeup call. She was no more of a forlorn. Her eyelid raised, and the dark iris penetrated the sight of the beast of prey.
Before he could understand her fortitude, she responded…
With a step to her left and he followed her to his left. The sequence continued and soon both had a 180 degree flip. And it was true in all aspects. The exchange was not only in position but also that of psychic hold.
He found the instant valor of the timid creature as something hard to digest. But the mind games still were on…
A step straight right, he aped him in wrath. Then one straight back, he followed her. Now one somewhat tilted to right. He again….. and…… “aaahhhhh”.
A sharp spine hanging from the wild bush pierced his eye membrane and his built dismantled on the ground in pain.
“Yeah” was the subconscious reaction for her! The instant plan went like clockwork for her. Without wasting a single moment she wan rock hard for her survival. Within a few minutes, she had left the frightening beast miles back. Her stride was cheerful, and soul thanking the supreme power for all that happened. It happened for good, something that was to be written in the impalian history with the letters of gold.
She stood erect and her head bowed for the almighty “the win is of your existence, for making my morale stand high, for respecting the importance of my being in this world of yours” she thanked.
But Mother Nature had different rules…
A sudden grab from her back clutched her tight. Before she could come to a conclusion, he batted her hard with his front paws, and she hit hard on the ground. A blast of sand dimmed her vision. Soon, the mist cleared. It was surely not the same giant. After all, there is no dearth of predators. The dawn was finally overtaken by the first drop of sun.
A massive, fatal dig of his claw and left her at last gasp.
Was that survival of the fittest?.... might be!
Or better say survivor is the fittest. And rest all history.
Nature has firm rules, mind rules over matter, but still matter matters the most. A good omen is not always followed by knock of good time. A moment is momentary whether a win or a loss, happiness or sorrow. The continuity of time is discrete and no single fraction of second has impact or relation with the other. And why not? After all, it is the uncertainty of life which makes it beautiful, and each moment precious as gold.
PS: the use of he, she and other expressions is just to make the composition humanoid.
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