Do you feel unease, walking in tall grass? Visceral tension? A primal impression from a time when a wounded beast [on its belly, & with labored breath] retained enough energy for one last lurch to impale its hunter? A raspy groan or bloody burble, and the jerky wave of the grass might be all the warning one got before The End.
in the savanna, a butterfly finds one bloom amid the dry plants
a cat on a ledge
peers down with rapt focus.
looking for… what?
the bunny is still, believing itself unseen, but those ears don't blend
i look at the clouds, and notice an Orb-weaver, seemingly floating
on a dead tree, in the cocoa-colored flood: coveted Reishi
milky moonlight paints all things pale -- all but the shadows
Rain is coming. I can smell its sweet whiff on the breeze. A storm prowls out there beyond my eyes power to see. But dark clouds hunker in the fore: the storm's vanguard. The birds know it's coming. They've vacated the skies to... I know not where.
There once was a mischievous macaque with a knack for invading knapsacks. When a zipper stuck, 'twas his terrible luck to get locked in a trunk & run out of snacks.
a weaver pokes its head from the nest, looks both ways, & decides to stay in. i know the feeling.
