The sun is bright against my eyelids. I can’t see and I can barely hear until I am half a moon old.
My brothers and sisters squirm around me, huddling close together; weary of the predators that
are always searching, always lurking.
When I finally blink open my eyes to the bright sunlight,
they are a piercing emerald green that looks deep into your soul.
I’m darker than my brothers
and sisters and I blend in better with the shadows of the trees above me.
And the trees! I love to
climb and swim and slide through the darkness like a ghost.
Mother takes me with her to find
food when I’m a few moons old. But I have to wait until I am nearly 24 moons before Mother will
let me roam on my own….my own, all alone.
It seems sad but I like it that way. I sleep the day away and spends the nights roaming unseen and silently, feasting on those whose eyes aren’t
towards the trees.
I am powerful. I am fierce and I am not one to be tamed. Very few dare to
challenge me.
But the ones who do are threatening my home, they are threatening my family all around the world. My trees are being cut down and my world is changing. Should things continue on the path which it's on, my world will be no more.
