Father and Son, The Hunting of Beasts
As I walk down the path beside my father, I rub my eyes with the hand that is free. Adjusting to the glare of our torch. The moonlight is gently falling through the cracks of the canopy. Its soft cool glow always warms my heart.
I look around as I walk and see the trees that sprout hundreds of feet high. I wonder what it would be like to live up there? So many creatures and animals have their own world above the ground. Most never even touch the earth.
He pulls back with arm and as we float to the beast, he takes in a heavy breath and holds it, as do I. These beasts may have terrible eyesight, but their sense of smell is great. They have learned the smell of human breath quite well.