Something shakes the high grass,
   what it is I can't say.
 I see flowers tremble,
    near a part-line splay.

I hear dry stems rattle
   to some darting moves.
 But a creature's existence
   still remains unproved.

Maybe it's delirium,
   or a trick of the wind.
 I catch no flash of fur
    on which my claim to pin.

Even from the watchtower,
   my grounds are circumstantial.
 I can't give proof of life --
    at least not that's substantial.