Everything up above is twisting, winding up tight and preparing to explode.
The beef cows know you eat hamburgers, and only the fence prevents their revenge.
The hills are brown and blank and scruffy, and look like the back of the Velveteen rabbit.
The bushes cradle the swamp grass, and the swamp grass is lucky to have something to touch.
The chucker hunters at dinner talk about their good or bad luck which means how many chuckers they were able to kill.
When owls have good or bad luck it means how many secrets they were able to see.
The night is about to get dark, and the only light in town is too high to touch.
But that kind of light won't help you see secrets.