The Hunter

It was a fairly green forest, 
With birds chirping and flying indigenously in the clear, blue sky.
The splashing of the waterfall voiced through the lush greenery,
While the sailfins were found chasing each other, happily ever after. 

Everything seemed perfectly fine and harmonious back then.

Suddenly an unfamiliar noise came audible throughout the forest.
Heavy footsteps were heard, and each thud was followed by the scraps of fragile leaves and cracks of broken branches.
A heavily loaded hunter marched through the muddy paths,
With eyes wandering left and right hunting for preys; up and down looking for better rewards.
The bow and arrows were forever ready in his hands, 
Preparing to shoot whenever a wild or vulnerable target appeared.

A bald eagle then soared through the sky where its cry cut through the horizon.
Alerted, the hunter picked up his bow and arrows,
And fired two aggressive shots onto the eagle.

But he missed. The eagle escaped. 

Cursing under his breath,
The hunter stormed ahead in anger and frustration.
With the metals of the arrowheads cluttering against each other,
The jingling voices sent chills to most inhabitants in the forest. 
The forest soon became deserted while all the animals hid in their respective hermitage.

The lapping of the water became more audible when the hunter paced nearer to the waterfall.
As he folded a banana leaf and spooned the water,
The flying fish attracted his attention. 
Not knowing the impending danger,
The innocent sailfins were still skipping and leaping on the water surface. 

With the piles of woods laid out neatly for the solo roasting party,
The hunter unleashed his spare shotgun and shot a handful of fish.

BANG! BANG!! BANG!!!

Smirking with satisfaction,
The fire blazed with hunger for the barbecue,
Chomping the hunter’s rewards and celebrating his success.

While the river turned calm and clear with the bloodstain being washed away by the jet stream,
The death tolls declared its insignificance to this pathetic world.