As I sit pondering in front of this dying fire
Out there somewhere
In the mist and the rain
In the cold and the darkness
A tiger roams the grasslands
The tahrs cling to a craggy slope
Alert as ever
The otters hunt for crabs in the cold, clear streams
A moth is attracted to an orchid
The rhododendron waits to put out its scarlet blossom
A wet jungle cat is hunting for mice
A brown palm civet is sniffing for fruits
Unaware, life continues,
On this sky island.
All that now separated them
Is a thick veil of mist and clouds
Which will all but be gone
Leaving them exposed to
The cold, hard sun
And the voyeuristic stare of aliens in the valleys
Depression still remains a constant companion
Licking at my feet
Just like the dark waves
Lapping the island’s shores.
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