Beast In The Tall Grass

he walks slowly through the tall brown grass rubbing the stems with a quiet hush a gentle breaze whistles over the evening plain a beast walks with the motion of the tall brown grass, slowly.. his shoulders creep up and down like a seesaw paws thump the dry ground beneath quietly..thump..thump thumping to the tune of a steady heartbeat.bom, bom..bom, bom silence encases the open field of frightened stag the herd stops as if a rifle had been fired, BANG but not a sound is heard over the persisting silence to the left, red ground meets the orange sky to the right, pale red ground meets the low mountains in front, the red ground and orange sky fades to dark purple the bewildered herd look behind with a swift turn of head watching as the tall brown grass bends to the soft wind Hushhh... the gentle breaze whistles over the evening plain thump, thump, the beast walks with the motion of the soft wind, quietly his shoulders creep up and down like a seesaw paws thump the dry ground beneath quietly..thump..thump thumping to the tune of a steady clock..tick..tick a still fear engulfs the open field of anxious stag but not a sound is heard over the persisting evening quiet the herd wait quietly, minutes pass like a rushing wind then the soft breaze dies, dies with a long shrill hiss.. the tall brown grass becomes endlessly taller as it straightens 'BANG' the noise explodes through the air like dynamite a male stag falls to the ground helplessly the frightened herd shoot off as quick as the fired bullet forward to where the low mountains meet the orange sky the beast walks toward his victim and drags him away away to the tall brown grass that stands equal with him like the soft wind he dissapears with a quiet hush.. into the tall brown grass that bends with the whistling wind.. he dissapears...hushhh...