Waking up before any sign of dawn this morning, the forest was slept under a blanket of mist so thick it looked like the whole world was under an enchanted spell. Climbing down from my bedding high in the canopy I descended to a lower branch and balanced with timed perfection I made my way to my favourite date tree that grew nearby the river. It felt like i was the only one awake at this time since there was not one sound among the trees and the only discernible movement was the gentle sliding by of the surface of the water of the river nearby. I squatted and ate until I felt energized and after a moment of unobliged contemplation about the wonders of my forest habitat, I climbed a little higher into the tree so I could watch the river and see if I could spy any other signs of life other than myself. I could almost be in a dream it was so quiet.
I stretched out high with my hind limbs clutching hold of the branch below me and peered across the landscape, when all of the sudden the supporting bow let out a resounding crack that echoed out and I felt myself in free fall. Leaves and twigs brushed briskly against me and I landed with a dull thud against the forest floor.
I lay there for a moment supine staring upward through a gap in the tree and saw the faint scintillation of some stars directly above me. The mist the pulled in from all sides and slid into a slumber.
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