Moksha – p.4

August 20, 2012 at 1:27 pm 1 comment

On the other side of the river, the elephants took a break and foraged a bit for food. Moksha stayed in the water, spraying jets of it into the air and splashing around. She was the youngest one of the herd and sometimes felt lonely having no one else to play with, but the warm river entertained her enough until it was time to move on.

The line formed again, trunk to tail, and they walked off in the direction of the sun, keeping it in front of them as it slowly moved across the sky to the west. By the time it set, they had crossed a vast field and stopped beneath a lone, giant tree. It was the only thing taller than grass for miles around, and Moksha marveled at it. It was all alone, yet its leaves were no less green, its branches no less thick. She thought it looked happy.

Everyone settled in for the night around the massive trunk of the great tree, and Moksha was allowed to sleep under the shelter of her mother’s ear, which she had not done since she was a babe. Sounds of predators traveled across the land all around them, as well as the sounds of their unfortunate prey.


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  • 1. Craig T. Adams  |  August 20, 2012 at 1:40 pm

    Sleep tight. Don’t let the predators bite…. :-/


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