Hairless Apes Creative Writing

The sounds of the forest created a strange yet comforting kind of music; every note was exceptionally unique, yet when heard together complemented each other perfectly. The trees seemed to whisper ancient secrets as they swayed to the rhythm of the jungle’s melody. The birds and beasts never stopped calling out to each other, at least when we were around. They were probably warning each other of our presence, we were after all The Tigers.
Maa was constantly alert, always looking for the ‘Human’. Unfortunately, I had recently come across one and had decided that they resembled apes greatly but were without fur, and therefore had named them ‘hairless apes’. Also, when the human had spotted Maa it had scampered off making strange terrified noises.

In that dark corner of the cave we fell asleep still cold with fear; with no one to hear us, no one to tell us to stop fooling around, no one to bring us food and no one to make us feel loved or no one for us to love.

I saw Maa in my dream. She was as beautiful as ever. Her striped coat shone at its brightest, it seemed like her whole body was on fire. But what had caught my attention were her eyes, they burnt with inexplicable fervor, my heart filled with joy when I saw those eyes. They scorched with love, pain, hatred, helplessness and her eyes were filled with an unearthly wisdom. Every cell in my body sang as I watched Maa pad her way softly towards me.

She licked me once on my head and I watched as Maa and I relived old memories, I watched as she and I played and as brother sulked in a corner, she had always saved my favorite part of the prey. I momentarily enjoyed the feeling of protection that hovered over me when she was around. I remembered how she had a solution to every one of my problems. How she used to scold me.

My heart nearly burst with