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Ahh, the Amazon Rainforest is the best place to live. The vibrant beams of sunlight give me immaculate places to lie. The bright green colors of nature reflect against the rippling streams of the forest. Sounds in the wild are so satisfying. Crickets steady songs make the forest peaceful. However, when a macho predator like me lives in the forest; it is a lot more serene, quiet, and lonesome anyway. I am a feared predator, who packs quite a wallop. Boa Constrictors are feared, but I go beyond that. Far from mediocre. Other predators do not compare to me, because I am simply the best.
Surveying the Amazon Rainforest provides an amazing view. This rainforest is truly amazing. Trees tower over everything as if they were skyscrapers, and the sounds …show more content…

However, my feasts are big. My stature is broad. I am a thick, heavy snake, so my appetite consists of dazzling, meaty prey. Deer are my main targets, but they are quite shifty. They glide through the air with precision. In other words, they are much faster than me. Boars are a much easier target. Their stubby feet can not gain as much ground, so I'm able to use my ruthlessness and take down those tiny squeak toys. Now, preparation is key. Wait until the stars are luminous, and the man in the moon is smiling bright. When the forest is lit with a trillions of lights, and the insects are chirping their little tunes. Serenity is what most would think, but it is my opportunity to cease the attitude infested boars. Stalking for prey, as I slither through the moonlit forest. The scent of the boar is compelling. It is not hard to pinpoint the rotten pigsty. While I remain in stealth mode, I approach the pigpen with the intent to ruin some beauty sleep. But as I lurk closer, the scent doubles. Well, two is better than one. Boars shed like a they have a case of traumatic alopecia. Frizzy hair soaks the ground like a flash flood, but that does not stop my ravenousness. As I continue to be secretive, I slither until I am inches from the boar’s throat. It can not make even a single squeal. Where do you speak from? That's right, your throat. My jaws clamp down faster than deer run. To make this as subtle as possible, picture that deer gliding through the forest. Those are my keen fangs gliding through this boar’s throat. Unfortunately, I spooked off the other boar. Not as devious as I anticipated. Which, this boar is plenty fattening. His or Her stomach reminds me of a cloud, because it's big, white, and puffy. My execution was textbook, and that is why I got a scrumptious meal. Dinner is

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