Ancestor Angel

waking up in the dark of night
high above the ground
shivering
cold and afraid

"Where am I?" I call to the darkness
growling from below
red piercing eyes beneath me
movement in the tree and a tap on my shoulder
finger to lips
a hand extended

Light break
dark fades
deep forest
sunbathed

Spreading my new found wings I take to the air
over the forest
as if a bird in flight

cool air fills my lungs
trees zoom by with spear in hand
My mind racing to fill in the gaps

I live here now
though I don't know how
a hunter in a distant plane.