In the ‘Forests of the Night’
Where tigers lurk and beasts take flight
He quietly watches, eyes unblinking
Coiled and ready, quietly sinking
Down the branches, down the trees
A rabbit twitches and he freezes
Green as leaves, as green as green
This stealthy hunter can’t be seen
Until he strikes and then – too late..
The chosen prey will meet it’s fate….
The first line of the poem is from the William Blake poem of the same name…..the rest is mine…I have always loved that poem…..
Camera Nikon D300
Lens Macro 60 mm
Edited in aperture 3 and Photoshop 4
Textures from ShadowHouse Creations on Flickr and myself
Taken in Chester Zoo reptile house, Cheshire, quite dark conditions, behind glass…
Nothing like a challenge!