
thin canopy woods.
light hits the grassy ground
and it glows green

thin canopy woods.
light hits the grassy ground
and it glows green
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.

tall grass sways
at the cliff’s edge
beyond? who knows?