Based on text by Marcos A Avila
From Humble Beginnings In the fall as the leaves turn brown, And softly ride the wind. Not much at all that touch the ground, Is where it will begin. Not a branch or leaf grows arms and legs, And a mouth and eyes and head. Then stands up tall will pretend it begs, And will be green but eat red. Born is a savage predator to fill, Ready to make its very first kill. King of the Little People Hunger rules these little beings, And for hunting they are unmatched. They eat bird and frog and those with stings, For which is why they hatched. They have unnoticeable color in the forest, And they move with feline grace. They rid the jungle of the dreaded pest, While still only small in face. And as they eat and hunt and grow, More will they learn to have and show. The Battle of Fate When the time of change is at hand, The young Thri-Kreen will start its hunt. It will seek a prey with size of grand, And it will be no runt. For ever will the little Kreen fight, No mercy or remorse is shown. Jab and weave with each passing bite, A bite right to the bone. When the fight is won and the battle is done, It will stay in a hole with the victim stun. The Greatest Adventure When the change is done and the victim ate, Now will the Thri-Kreen be born. Through clicks and grindings will they spate, Attributing to their forlorn. Now is when the real hunt begins, They leap and jump and throw their Chatkchas. The packs of Thri-Kreen over Manti wins, And then celebrate with their Gythkas. But when they put their weapons on the shelf, They dance because they will eat the tasty Elf. A Graceful Ending During the day when they hunt and play, A couple may grow fond and close. After they hunt and feast they'll run way, Run far along the roads. When they find a place a special place, In the forest with peace and rest. They shall dance and sing and set the pace, And in the darkness they shall caress. By this time they sink in the ground and join by their skin, By sunrise all that's left are leaves trembling in the wind.