David Lanter

Raptor

The moonlight sat neatly upon the tops of the trees. The white gleam was in perfect contrast with the dark, starry blanket of the night sky. Each orb shone brightly as it hung delicately above. All life had welcomed the soothing calm that this night had brought and surrendered its all to the dark's cool embrace. But the wind blew ominously beneath the illuminated canopy. The trees concealed a secret. Death was hanging in the air.