They were in the distance- two shadows within mere centimetres of each other, enclosed in the thick growth of weeds that shielded them from each other’s view. Sunlight, dressed in fine mist, fell softly about the dark figures like a mother eager to protect its young- Yet – as man is oblivious to nature’s tender administrations- its kind intention is met with ingratitude. But that is easily understood, for the darkness blinds, and binds them.
For a long while they stood in their own clearing- stock-still, head drooping, neck curved in a graceful arch, looking as a black swan might marvel at its own reflection in the water. They were aware of each other's presence, the same way a gazelle is aware of the cheetah lurking amongst the grasses of the savannah, waiting to pounce. It's predator and prey, and vice versa.
Night fell, and moonlight streamed in through the gaps between the leaves. I watched in muted silence as it enveloped the silhouettes in a layer of frosty silver. A cold wind blew, sending the bushes into a wild thrashing frenzy. Darkness, raw and unrelenting, gnawed at morality's last fortifications.
The figures moved. I leaped into the fray.
The loud snap of a branch- signalled that all was over.
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