The night is silent
Nothing can be heard but the elk grazing near the moonlit lake
It chomps away thinking nothing of the world around it
Wait it stops and stares at the darkness that is the forest

It sits watching, listening, analyzing the sounds that are pouring into its ears
But it doesn’t sense anything; it doesn’t know what the noises were
It goes back to its simple grazing only to be startled by the noises it hears
What could it be?
The darkness, now the elk has an almost hypnotic attraction to the darkness it moves as if it was magnetized by the forest
It takes a step then takes another closer and closer only to stop where light and dark split
It sits smelling for any danger but it finds none and is consumed as it walks into it

It darts out a lightning speed making swift movements left and right trying to evade the pack
It circles around a rough white rock only to be caught its shrieks as its tissue and flesh are ripped from the bone then bones being snapped in half by pressure never before felt
Its eyes make wild movements as it is slowly killed and drug back into the darkness
It only wondered why, why the innocent elk killed not by the pack
But by its curiosity, curiosity that killed the cat