Nature’s Culling
written by: Hanna Biali
The fiery sun sinks below the horizon,
slowly dusk settles into night,
an air of anticipation is rising
as slithering bodies pack tight
above the black opening of the cave.
Grown hungry after 7 days
the pythons return for their favorite prey,
the bats, who’ll swarm as soon
as there is light from the moon.
Here they come in their thousands,
many to their doom
being quickly squeezed to death
in a silken cocoon, then consumed.
Satiated, the serpents slide away,
not needing to feed for many a day.
I am a late bloomer, I only started to write at 81 years old, even though I was an avid reader all my life, mostly in English. German is my first language, English my second. The floodgates opened with animal's woes and joys, very dear to my heart, then turned to life in general. Basically I consider my poems, short stories and haikus snipets of all aspects of life, whether current, sci-fi or fantasy.
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