Raptor 2
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Dear Reader,
Last week we were introduced to the Raptor and the terrifying reality that she could not be contained. Now she’s escaped into the wild. What does that mean for the island and those who inhabit it?
A gentle breeze caresses fallen leaves gathered upon the forest floor. Salt air from seas beyond towering trees signal proximity to the shore. Overhead gulls caw. Distant waves see-saw. Nature belies the truth of the hour. For man's great flaw is ignoring the law that life will adapt new power. A hunter of game–a predator renamed–bears weapons for a fight more fair. Wild or tame, he trails her the same, discovering the raptor's true lair. He sets out the bait and lies in wait, expecting the creature to arrive. These undetermined fates are when Death dictates who will be left alive. Movement abounds, accompanied by sounds, as shadows peel and unfurl. Appears a small hound, emaciated and down, a ruse set by the clever girl. A twig snaps toward the back, the hunter tries to react, but she's a swift blue blur. His rifle shot cracks as the raptor attacks, the hunted consuming the hunter.
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Hey everyone, thanks for reading! Stay tuned next week for the epic conclusion of the Raptor poem trilogy. I've had too much fun with this concept and probably spent more time on it than necessary, but I hope you like it. Let me know what you think about the story so far!
PS. No more posts will be coming out on Monday as I've moved community-related posts to Wednesday from now on. I think this will work better for me and space out when Storyletter posts are released. As always, your feedback is welcome. Thanks for understanding!
Great imagery, and I love how the rhythm and internal rhyming affect the movement and intensity. I should also mention how cool the artwork is :-)