Stalker

The humans were gone from this island for twenty million years Its twenty million years in to the future and those islands are new frontiers The mother giant lemur her children rears One of lone lemurs nearby cleans his ears He jumps on large baobab tree But this baobab is not the largest tree He will see There is one right next to it and related but ninety meter tall beauty He climbs up and looks at the appearing visage of majestic moon It will be lemurs’ time to go to sleep pretty soon The silver blue light of the full moon Illuminates the deep lagoon This is the time when like a shadow from the dark Giant relative of fossa looks to make his mark In his powerful like moving train but very elastic gate he makes an arc He is relative of mongoose looks like a cat dog cross but does not bark Instead he howls like a demon at the night To fear this animal for any creature would be right The moon is shinning bright But even in total darkness fossa has incredible sight But unlike human age fossa this one is over three meters long not counting the tail And it looks like it came straight from hell when its teeth it will unveil His claws also the prey can impale And prowling this primeval looking forest is this sleek and very dangerous male He sees a lemur in moons light He stalks him during part of the night With fear hundred and sixty kilogram lemur’s face turns white When giant fossa begins to bite The fight goes from tree tops to the ground But other predators hear the sound The giant crock does not waste time to sit around He wants fossas’ prey that’s sent he smells like a bloodhound For a moment fossa is dumfound Fighting off another predator by fossa gives lemur time to escape without a sound The crock tries to grab the fossa but fossa jumps back just to rebound By the demonic agility of fossa the crock is spellbound Fossa grabs the crock and with enormous strength of the jaw she bites through crocks’ head Just like that the crock falls dead The ground turns blood red And primordial predator continues ahead Once again he looks to the mysterious moon Howling to it with melancholic and dreadful tune He will find another prey soon Chasing after it with a force of typhoon