Survival of the fittest is never the whole story.

There is survival by collaboration.

*Trigger warning: mentions of violence

Between my perch and the next bleached hill roll matooke fields. The light comes, a gentle mother touching her slumbering children before she slips away to work. Birds riot in the transition of dark to light, snapping up insects. The butterflies are tightly folded, waiting. Leopards slink back into the bushes. The …