The Night Roads

We ride the night roads

looking for leopards:

our hearts in our mouths,

our minds lost to the dark,

wind humming in our ears,

whispering songs of eyes

and the hunt, our lights

ever stalking the black.

At night, the forest comes alive in ways one cannot see in the whiteness of day. You swing your flashlight around – and there are eyes, staring curiously back, or quickly running away – mousedeer and flying squirrels and civets and hares, the denizens of these dark paths.

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