Por @latino.romano

Asomaba su cabeza con cuidado y recelo ante las sombras desconocidas que emergían del atardecer. Su nariz saboreaba el aire, desmenuzando cada partícula que anunciara a su enemigo.

Apenas se sentían sus pisadas, en suelo húmedo por la lluvia nocturna amortiguaba cada sonido; el silencio era abrumador.

Solo el viento que movía algunas ramas rompía el celofán cuando hacía caer las gotas de las hojas como rocío sobre los arbustos. Algunas ranas se mostraban tímidas, preferían sumergirse que cantar en busca de amor, como si advirtieran algún peligro en el ambiente.

Destellos fugaces adornan el cielo de tanto en tanto. Una brisa fría, más bien helada, recorre el pelaje punzando agudamente.

Muchos duermen plácidamente en las copas de los árboles. Acurrucados con sus pares, esperando la salida del Sol. Otros siguen su rutina, conscientes del peligro constante que las negras nubes ciernen sobre ellos.

Un par de metros, y casi alcanza algo de forraje para calentarse. Una chispa de estrella se ve a lo lejos, acompañada de un estruendo perturbador. Un golpe profundo siente en un costado. El aire se le escapa, y aunque grita y da un salto para huir, se desploma a pocos pasos más adelante.

El cazador ha acertado en su intento esa noche. Las huellas contarán al amanecer lo ocurrido.


 

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By @latino.romano

His head peered out carefully and suspiciously at the unknown shadows that emerged from the sunset. His nose savored the air, shredding every particle he announced to his enemy.

Their footsteps were barely felt, on damp ground by the night rain each sound was muffled; the silence was overwhelming.

Only the wind that moved some branches broke the cellophane when it made the drops of the leaves fall like dew on the bushes. Some frogs were shy, preferring to dive rather than sing in search of love, as if they noticed some danger in the environment.

Fleeting flashes adorn the sky from time to time. A cold, rather icy breeze pierces the coat sharply.

Many sleep peacefully in the treetops. Snuggled up with their peers, waiting for the sunrise. Others follow their routine, aware of the constant danger that black clouds hover over them.

A couple of meters, and almost enough forage to warm up. A spark of a star is seen in the distance, accompanied by a disturbing roar. A deep blow is felt on the side. The air escapes him, and although he screams and jumps to escape, he collapses a few steps ahead.

The hunter has succeeded in his attempt that night. The tracks will tell at dawn what happened.

 

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