They drew themselves into gentle arcs of wind, then over the stone wall. They slid across the lea, and fell towards a great pine tree. A red-throated woodpecker knocked on the ingress, rocking caterpillars and termites from splintered foot-holds. Pine-beetle rumors drifted through the zephyr, and addressed them from the hillside. Rabbit ear clouds leapt slowly from canopy to crest.
We found and plucked them
From a place near the bare moss
We ate every one