
sound in tall grass:
it’s probably nothing.
yet, primal fear shot

sound in tall grass:
it’s probably nothing.
yet, primal fear shot

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.