Maimed bodies dotted the landscape ...
Makeshift piles formed as they were tossed aside, not to be forgotten ... but saved for later.
Some missing part of their head, some the whole thing...
Others lost the top half, while still more lost the bottom...
A few were nothing left but middles...
Their kin continued to scurry about, part to avoid the carnage, part oblivious to the turn of events, part out of sheer terror...
... the monsters were still lurking in their midst ...
Feeding day in the cichlid tank ... what a beautiful moment of animalistic agression ... the struggle to survive ... a microcosm of the entire food chain, front and center in my living room.
The rosie reds don't stand a chance against the Jaguars.
Posted by Princess Cat at September 8, 2005 02:18 AM @ 02:18 AM in Good Times // Permalink | TrackBackIt's all really sad.
Posted by: Wannabeleader at September 8, 2005 06:48 AM... HA!... survival... such a beauty to watch...
Posted by: Eric at September 9, 2005 09:34 AM