A head protrudes
March 10, 2009 at 9:06 am (Wordexpanding)
Sloth-like, sniffing the air to feel and sense. Has the gauntlet been dropped in front of his dark abode?
Sounds resonate through the forest, something is up. No longer a senseless peace will drive inaction, sharp directed action, as adrenaline fueled hunting, drifts uneasy in and out of focus.
A long tongue flicks a beetle lazily of a branch. Deaf it can’t small its way, but a vibration of tension catches its wildly rotating eye. Will it tell me a story, will I ever be challenged…
