Shining Horns

Nature Writing at Raven Chronicles Online

Peter Sears

The Dew Lies Thick On The High Grasses

When I arrive at work, it is just light.
The dew lies thick on the high grasses off the parking lot.
You would think they would bend over,

the high grasses, and touch the ground.
I would like to sit here in my car
until the dew on the high grasses shines in the dawn.

I leave work in the dark. My headlights pick up a cat
peering out from the grasses, that still face,
ears up like a fox's, crouched,

and looking straight out. On my way home,
I envision the cat sinking back
into the grasses like a stream reversed.

When I come in tomorrow morning,
I will park slowly, take a deep breath,
and scan the grasses.