Jungle

Hulking gorillas muscling on leather knuckles. Eyes glazed or rotted. Shoulders rolling above and ahead of the frowning brow.
Warning shouts. Then silent patrol of knotted, torn males through dappled forests. Pause to run ugly noses along branches. Listen.
The attack with screams and beatings. Branches torn loose and fearsome blurry shapes tussle in death grips. Crashes, thuds. Leaves glide down.
Forest silent again. One troop vanished. The other with hidden spots of blood, chewing figs and femurs.
Camera pans back. Entire forest. Entire globe. David Attenborough talking like God, robed like a sage. Camera crew cracking jokes, eating sushi.