Animal Activities #97
Deep within the black canopy of the neolithic rainforest, until the last light of day, Zephyr, the satanic leaf-tail gecko, was the leafest leaf and stratiest strata. Had it not been watched over by an education, he could have been a long-dead leaf, withered and wood-splintered, brown on the outsides, beige with brown dough and a jolly groove of leaf-vein looking veins in his lignified body and a tail that had been half eaten already by voracious caterpillars.
Quietude became the sword and the noose for Zephyr. When the sun dipped beneath the horizon and the lively canopy was alive with the chorus of its creatures' nightly serenade, Zephyr was inverted from a mossy log. A moth headed for the enticing light emanating from the treetops, oblivious to the lurking danger above. Zephyr's eyes narrowed into slit pupils as the caterpillar sprang into the hunt, tongue flicking at breakneck speed to swallow the unsuspecting morsel.
But now the night was heavy with fear. The bushes rustled revealing a hungry fossa-a fat, leopard-like killer with the eyes of liquid honey-and it was headed toward Zephyr's nest.
No retreat Zephyr set off his overdrive. He froze his knees, raised his stubby tail well above him and gave a quiet hiss like boiling water.
The hunter was surprised as the prey easily got away. It stopped for a second sniffing the frozen deserted air, then walked away to find the prey hiding in the trees.
Zephyr loosened his grip and inhaled one unspoken breath. As the fresh sun poured violet and gold beams across the jungle treetops, Zephyr opened his lidless eyes, landed with a flop to enjoy some early morning sunshine, and vanished into the wilderness.
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