Inspired By: Putting my Feet In The Dirt Prompt # 4 Spilling Stella
The field behind my house
Of course, you could say what I’m hearing are bugs flying around
or I am hearing the power lines working away
they way they do
but I’m not so sure about that.
I’ve walked through that field with my dog and the minute we start to break a path
grass and nettles, the humming stops
and all I can hear are our footsteps and our breathing
and the crunching of dry grass and twigs left over from the previous fall.
I’ve stopped to take pictures
I’ve stopped to give my dog a drink of water
I’ve even dug around a little bit, to see if anything scuttled away from us
through the grass and under the brush
just to see if it hummed as it ran away, or maybe it would growl.
Nothing hummed, nothing moved
it was as quiet as a cemetery out there
in that field behind my house where despite all of the sounds I hear
I am sure that whatever is out there is hungrily listening
to us breathe.
4 thoughts on “Listen To That”
Nice! This conjures up tiny almost invisible Hummingbirds feeding off the nectar in the flowers painted in your beautiful illustration.💐
This was fun to write because I wanted to capture what it’s like to stand there under a blazing sun with my dog and to catch all of these bits and pieces around us.
I can’t decide if it’s spooky or just nature being coy
And sometimes that is what passion is all about. That little streak of the darkness gives it that zing.