Nestled beneath the earth hunched down in the lea.
The stalks of vender tremble and rumble, restless there is no time to delay.
Scurry and hurry all in a panic the woodland creatures freeze in their tracks anticipating the waylay from a covert attack.
Quivering elms undulating from the wake of soil what a recoil, toss all animate into a foil.
Lunging teeth beneath pitter patter feet the enormous beast is about to feast.
Like a harpoon crack of thunder flash of insight in calm dusky sky strikes the beast ends the day without delay.
Was this yesterday or today perhaps newmarro?