Crickets: Survival in the Jungle Along with Many Other Species

In the forest, silence is sometimes the breath of death. Tonight, survival needs no explanation. It only needs run. Come, come. To live, you need shelter and you need your way back. I thought no one would come. Don't die yet. When you save a life, you bind yourself to keep living. This hill belongs to no one. The Bramble Hill doesn't welcome the proud. I only need a route. The rules here, spiders by night, mantis by day. Law of this hill, listen first, run after. A survivor. News for the tunnel. Stay close to me, one beat off and you're gone. Above us, the sky has teeth. The hilltop has the objective. A shelter at any cost. A predator doesn't roar, it calculates. Mind beats force. No, I don't want to die. Then learn how to step. What saves us can also kill us. Hold! Hornet wasps set a forbidden zone near the top. They take the honey tax, disobey, vanish. The short path often pays in blood. No smell, but it burns the lungs. No one survives alone. Choose alliances, but you protect the little one. Survival is a skill. Courage is a habit. One sound trades one life. Clouds storm in one hour. Heavy rain, the hill will slide. Nature doesn't negotiate. Formation. The little one is learning to be an adult. The hunter can slip too. I'm not only running from death. Discipline, life. There's an old root, but hornets guard it. When the rulers can fly, the ground becomes a prison. When the mistake happens, only discipline remains. Fear isn't wrong, but doing wrong because you're afraid kills. The door to survival is often behind fear. There's something with no teeth that still kills. Fog. It's not fog. Everyone down. One small gap can end everything. Open it. Open it and we die. Quiet. Listen to the stone. When the old road collapses, the new one opens. Even the enemy is running. I'm sorry, but I have to live. Leave them. A leader turns back when someone falls. One beat. Don't look down. I'm old. Old still needs to live. Survival, int victory. It's breathing one more day. I'm sorry. Next time you save someone, tell me. We do it together. You're not only strong, you keep your word. The wild hill is no longer a place to hide.